Alone in the Parking Lot

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The outline of my shadow begins to blur
And Quiet is an egg that sits balanced on my wrist
In the darkness, Cat begins to stir
Then suddenly two eyes become apparent. At first
They seem to grow in size, and quickly I realize
As they advance towards me non-stop
The egg is about to pop - Quiet falls down in a crash,
As Cat makes a sudden dash,
And I slip over the yolk and fall
And nothing makes sense at all.

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