The sun shone through the leaves of a tree,
leaving little paper cutouts of light scattered across the ground.
A small cat, silent as the clouds,
Was the only movement in the forest.
The splotches of light climbed slowly onto the cats back,
And fell back to the ground,
As the cat silently weaved its way in and out the gaps between the trees.
Never stopping in one spot,
always searching
For a place unknown.
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