A cat called Asimov

Deep, dark predatory desire

shirks detection deep in your gaze

striking primeval chords of fear

distantly related to your prey’s.


Gently, you move on soft silky paws

peaceful, but prowling just the same

always but an instant from deadly claws

that so viciously kill and maim.

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