They speak softly, these fragile humans
I must move closer to the window
My rigid shadow a child of my rigid spine
Three voices
One is gravel, one is cotton, one squeaky shoes
Humans vomiting words
I imitate their sorry sounds
The night my companion
My ruse never fails
I do children better than children
Alarmed adults sprint outside
Into my dark lair
My sobs are like no other
Help Me!
I am your family!
You burst from the door
I leap and devour you
All that is human becomes mine
And I'll eat your little doggie too
Cackle, cackle
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