My Powers
It’s night, and I’m tired at night.
I don’t need to be powerful at night…
If someone is lost or hurt, well,
There must be other heroes out there.
If I stay awake too long, I could so easily turn.
So that I’ll see a group of people surrounding a cat in a tree.
And they point to me and they shout helplessly.
I will laugh and taunt.
Then I will fly away.
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