Raven, an (attempted) sonnet
Raven, a SonnetShe's quite a beauty, or so I've been told.
With raven black hair, darker than the night,
And stunning eyes, as warm as molten gold,
She never fails to bring joy and delight.
She's a playful one, who enjoys a prank
And yet she's just as fierce as she is kind,
But even so, if I were to be frank
And as rare as one like she is to find,
She's imperfect like the rest of us, though
She has her weaknesses and has her flaws,
Even still, I will always love her so
As a whole, from her head down to her claws,
Even if others don't see it, to me
That black cat is considered family.
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