Would I fade like a shadow after sunset?Would I fade like a black cat into the night?
Would I fade like an echo from mountain tops to valley lows?
Just because it looks like I am gone does it not mean I am still there?
Seeing, viewing, watching, blinking and staring.
Am I still heard, felt or sought?
Would you still keep an eye out for my black figure following you?
Would you not feel the whiskers slipping between your legs?
Would you not listen to the whistling of the wind to hear my whispers?
Would you give up?
Don't fear too long for I am still flesh
I am here
I am
for now.

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