Fi is She.

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A piece of darkened night peels away,
Fi steps out and walks in cool sashay
Living light dropped from deep black space
Moves on the street with silent feline grace

On she sways, cool, demure and calm
She knows here that she’s safe from harm.
Huntress prowling in her own domain
Of back garden, alley and dark city lane.

Glistening dark she’s hardly ever seen
But for her shine of coat and eyes of emerald green
Tail carried high, flicks from straight to curled
She struts on. The dark queen of her nighttime world.

© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com

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