𝑮𝑨𝑹𝑭𝑰𝑬𝑳𝑫, a poem.

“Grey and gloomy, the sun sets
After the cats have gotten themselves lost
Retracing steps, to no luck
Finding themselves deeper in the forest
In what felt like an eternity
Each step leading them to unavoidable fate
Lady Luck however works in uncanny ways
Delighted, the cats live to see another day.”

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