When no one was looking we shed our skins
cat like we clawed our way into another
believing that this new skin was better
believing that if we could walk two legged
we would become more than we once were
Our eyes no longer feline
we couldn't see in the dark
we missed the stalking of prey
we missed the night chases
we missed the call of conquest
we wanted out out of these new skins
only to find our senses had dulled
and our claws became fingers
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