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In honour of Zybez closing, I have written a final poem for you 
Cats in the Dark
There are cats in the dark.
Patter soft paws upon cool dry stone
Along beneath warm street lamps and a cold moon
A distant church bell tolls twelve, and then twelve more.
Their eyes are wide in the dark.
Gently gliding over the flowing asphalt
Ethereal orbs of red and green and white
The night cats search for food, and search for blood.
Their claws are sharp in the dark.
A scream comes from somewhere deep inside
Slender white teeth wrap around a dying rat’s head
A wet litter cries in the night, an elder cat curls and purrs.
There are cats in the dark.
It beckons them in.
