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My Familiar sits, so patiently
Atop the balcony, she waits
For she is a wise companion
Yes, her senses are innate

Black and white, against the night
Eyes glowing, emerald green
She knows my every secret
Her intelligence, quite keen

I don’t have to tell her my story
There’s no need, she is my friend
And already knows the outcome
Just as I do, in the end

Trustworthy, faithful, together
We grow old, in the same skin
Nine lives are not just for kitty
When a witch’s tale, we spin

With the light of the moon above us
Illuminating the purple sky
My Familiar and I, in harmony
As we watch the stars go by

And wait for the morning sun to shine
Then, she knows, this is the time
When she’ll disappear, once again
Becoming one with me, sublime


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