The Dark One
You moved darkness with your form
and so we named you shadow;
the only kitten born in the litter
without fur white as clouds.
You inherited the night into
your fur; you did not glisten
with light, you absorbed it.
You matured and your muscles
grew lean, honed for the kill.
Your true form emerged
in twilight as you wedged yourself
deep into long grass, beneathe
oak trees, where you waited
for creatures to scurry past,
the night sky a witness to the blood
and spent fur, your hungry massacre.
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