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From Catbeth

Is this a rodent I see before me?
It's tail towards my paw?
Come let me clutch thee: -
I have thee not, and yet, I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, servible to stray?
Do I feel thee in my sights?
Or art thou but a rodent of the mind:
A false creation,
Temptation from a heat oppressed brain?
And yet I see thee.
In form most palatable.
And so I reach out to thee.
For one last game. One last embrace.