meeting of the felines

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    meeting of the felines

    Silky fur as black as night
    passes by the old street light
    no one noticed as it crept
    past the street and out of sight

    down the alley it would slink
    found a friend and gave a wink
    two cats walking side by side
    right down too the alley's brink

    there they met a third and then-
    their numbers soon raised up to ten
    together they turned tail on the alley
    and slunk back up the street again

    friends walking in the dark
    for on a journey they'd embark
    never to changing pace at all
    unless, ears perked, they'd heard a bark

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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