Jazz Cat Croon

Darkness surrounds as the jazz cats croon,

Black like the night that holds no moon.

Snap.

Snap.

Threads rebound as the bassist strums,

A steady but somber echo it comes.

Thrum.

Thrum.

Ivory keys are danced across,

Fingered lightly they sing of loss.

Tink.

Tink.

Shortly after the trumpet blares long,

Playing its solemn, heartfelt song.

Pwer.

Pwer.

The singer’s voice then bellows loud,

Raspy groans, but oh so proud.

Ohh.

Ohh.

Subtle bulbs begin to heat,

The drummer hides beneath his beat.

Tap.

Tap.

Black still hovers over the room,

But that doesn’t matter to those who croon.

Snap.

Snap.

Even the black that covers the moon

Cannot keep the cat from his croon.

Snap.

Snap.

Snap.

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