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Created on: October 06, 2009
As dusk settles on dusty lairs,
As little feet caress the stairs,
As the cold wind starts to howl,
You start to weave; a webby cowl,
At first your kin are sweet and small,
At first you pitch on darkened wall,
At first I shrug; tis no matter,
But then your friends invade and scatter,
I turn on light and there you are,
With legs so long that stretch afar,
I scream and run in headlong flight,
The cat is startled by my plight,
It gazes at what I see,
Hesitates then starts to flee,
Cat and I tear down the stairs,
You call your friends; they come in pairs.
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