At the wake of night ,
The sound of of an exhaust pipe,
Gave me the chills,
Though just a slight.
Not a person in sight,
But a sound could still be heard.
The rustling of the trees,
The wooing of the wind,
And a nyaa~...A nyaa~?
The sounds of a claw can be heard
As it slashes through the night sky, word.
This to the mysteries,
Of what used to be,
Something that we can no longer see.
Can you see the lone kitty?