The black cat, the black cat jumping over the mud-built thorp house,
As black as the night, deep and dark night,
Representing the dark side of the Creation,
What it is dark will remain so,
Dark and lovely and deep,
Mysterious and mythical.
The dark black cat jumping over, running out
And disappearing into the night-time darkness,
On the second storey, on the thatched roof,
With the burning, burning grey eyes,
So lovely and deep.
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