Like a black cat,
Eyes green like emerald,
Fur like that.
So smooth
Playing the piano then
And the lovely tango
To a count of ten.
You miaow
Only when you
Wish to eat
And you scratch
Only when you want
My blood as treat
And yet I love you,
Yet I do not despair
But stand up to you
I must no matter where.
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