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It was the dark of night
I woke with a fright
So scared, that I ran just to turn on the light

Was it a dream?
Was it an apparition?
Or was it just a figment of my imagination

T’was too light to be a person
Too dark to be a ghost
Was it what I feared? What I fear the most?

The light was turned on
And I caught a glimpse
I knew it was let in by no coincidence

It glared at me with
Those glowing green eyes
I looked at it back, my hate undisguised

I lowered my stance
I was waiting to pounce
Storing my energy, every ounce

It struck first
The battle begun
Whoever stood last would determine who won

At last I picked it up
Just where I was at
And I threw out that mangled, dirty old cat.

By: Tamara Marie Sterr

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