It was a lithe thing,
treading in and out of shadows
Looking, feeling like it was poured
from liquid metal
Its color and intentions
never quite solidifying
or settling
Padding through the minefield
of the space between us
You hesitated to reached out
I moved forward, almost unnoticeably
The animal writhed, crouched, lept
but we let the moment slip by,
and it was left to creep through
our shadows, once again
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