Alone and cold,
Tossed out of the 'yard on my tail.
In the rain.
Cringing at the drop of a nail.
Full of pain.
The nights unfold,
Moonlight turning my fur to pale -
My own gain.
I'm growing bold,
Swear to myself I will not fail.
The Cats' bane.
The strays gain hold;
Lead them, parting Cats like a veil.
Evil - feigned.
The Junkyard will learn its mistake.
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