In hounour of my 1st post, A poem:
Cat's Game- by Nickleberry
The two opponents took a step, eyes meeting, red with hate. The clock had just turned half past nine, and neither one was late. Opponent 1 unsheathed his claws and grinned with frightful glee, Opponent 2 presented too except, more diligently. The tension was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. "Now," they thought "This is the match I've dreamt of all my life." Eyes glinting in the summer heat Number 2 attacked. In a blur of teeth and claws Number 1 fought back. A hiss A scratch A violent match A test of strength and wits. A deadly duel the enimies cruelly tore themselves to bits. In the end The two were tired, wouded, hoarse, and lame. Neither had won, a tie, a draw, as some say, a cat's game.
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