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The pitter patter
of tiny feet, running on
wooden floors - my cat.
I've decided, belatedly, to make up for my long near-absence on Vocal by writing 365 stories this year (0-100, that's me). I'll need to catch up, which probably means a lot of short poetry for a while. This one wasn't thought up at all, but popped into my head from life, with a miaow.
Let me know if you liked it or not in the comments. :)
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