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Catwoman
by Pirate Turner
They circled all around her,
Prancing and dancing all about
Until, to the untrained eye,
They became but one
Beautiful blur of fur
Every color imaginable,
But to her, each cat remained
A distinct feline with their own
Story, likings, dislikings, and,
Most importantly of all, needs.
They twirled all about,
Mewing for attention,
Love, affection, and so much more that
Normal humans would never hear until
Their cries became her cry,
Their roars her roar,
Their fury her fury.
She prowls through the night,
Seeking to make right what is wrong
With them always at her side,
Spurring her on,
Giving her love, strength, and cause,
Giving her life,
And in return,
She gives them all
That she possesses
For she is their mother
And she loves them all.
She is the Catwoman,
And they are her children,
Her constant companions,
Her army, her cats, her babies.
She is the Catwoman,
And they are everything to her.
The End