The Moon illuminates the grim desolateness.
A pungent scent of decay floats the air,
As I gracefully trot the tainted alley.
My eyes glowing mischievously,
Concentrated, I fix my gaze on a mouse.
The minute mouse scutters below the dumpster.
Creeping, I inch silently towards my target,
Inconspicuous yet dangerous, as a snake.
The meek mouse squeaks once I claw its tail.
Tiny Beady eyes fraught with fear and hopelessness.
Droplets of rain fall briskly on the ground.
My fur coat moistens, instinctively I seek dryness.
Mercifully lifting my paw, I unloose the mouse.
The mice scampers wildly, away from my sight.
I run away, looking for a space to stay, away from the rain.
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