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 His black, sinewy legs weave their way, Carefully, slowly, gracefully Through the dark, dank alley, He is not afraid, For he knows he is lord of this domain. His round green eyes pierce the darkness, He sees an intruder, Slowly he paces up behind a small creature, He pounces. The savagery of his ancestors has stirred in him. He walks on graciously with his head held high, He has again Proved his supremacy. M. Blamey 3C |
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