When sunset bronzed our eyes alight
at end of listless, leaning day
we paced and prowled the velvet night
Before our claws were filed away
shapes traced in black, we raced to meet
at end of listless, leaning day
Paws hushed through grass, and tapped the street
we itched to bound, and scratch the skies
shapes traced in black, we raced to meet
And brutal thoughts shivered our hides
before we curled on rugs to sleep
we itched to bound, and scratch the skies
Our voices howled in timbres deep
so fierce, the moon leaned down to see
before we curled on rugs to sleep
Once we were wild and almost free
when sunset bronzed our eyes alight
so fierce, the moon leaned down to see
we paced and prowled the velvet night











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