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In the alley's darkened gloom,
A monkey cat approached the tomb.
It saw the lifeless form so still,
A sight that gave its heart a chill.
The cat, once vibrant, now lay cold,
Its story of sorrow, silently told.
The monkey cat, with eyes so wide,
Let out a scream, a mournful cry.
Around the body, creatures crept,
Dogs and cats, their hunger kept.
They eyed the fallen with intent,
Their thoughts on feasting, cruelly bent.
The monkey cat, with arms outstretched,
Stood guard, its heart and soul enmeshed.
It opened its mouth to speak,
A plea for mercy, soft and meek.
"Have mercy, friends, on this poor soul,
Let it rest, let it be whole.
Come back at midnight, if you must, But now,
let peace be our trust."
The creatures paused, their hunger stayed,
By the monkey cat's heartfelt aid.
They backed away, their eyes still keen,
Respecting the guardian's serene.
The night grew still, the stars did gleam,
A silent vigil, a shared dream.
The monkey cat stood firm and tall,
Protecting the fallen from them all.
As midnight struck, the creatures came,
Their hunger fierce, their eyes aflame.
But in the stillness, a reverence grew,
For the guardian's plea, so pure and true.
They gathered round, in silent grace,
A solemn party, a sacred space.
The monkey cat, with heart so kind,
Had taught them mercy, intertwined.
The fallen cat, now laid to rest,
In peace, its soul forever blessed.
The creatures left, their hunger sated,
By the lesson of love, so unabated.
And so the tale of mercy told,
Of a monkey cat, so brave and bold.
In the alley's dark, a light did shine,
A beacon of hope, a love divine.
For in the end, it's clear to see,
That even in death, there's dignity.
The guardian's plea, a timeless song,
Of mercy's power, pure and strong.
The monkey business cat came to it and told it ,
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