The sound of footsteps
	 breaks the silence of the night.
	 Only Its eyes
	 can see
	 beyond the darkness
	 and the falling snow,
	 before Its attack.
	Poem (C): Me
	“A Cat” (C): Väinö Rouvinen
		  
	
There is nothing
	 in the darkness,
	 except a ghostly voice
	singing in the
	 cold December night.
	 It hopes with his voice
	 to find
	 hospitality
	 in Its journey,
	 far away from the cold and the dark.
	Poem (C): Me
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