Crepuscular Hunt

3 AM shadows, the crepuscular shift Miss Minou on the deck,

catching the static drift 396 in the 'u',

claws retract on the wood Hunting down the friction where the chaos

always stood She don't react to the noise,

she just watches the door A four-kilo guardian on the Harbor floor

The tololoche is rumbling like a purr in the dark Every step

is a contract, every shadow a mark

528 in the 'a',

she rubbing on the hull

Biological Lead-Lining, keeping out the dull

She deposits the scent,

a sovereign decree The boundary is sealed by the feline majesty Silence

in the Presence, the tapetum glows green The fiercest ship's cat that

the ocean's ever seen

Lucir, I shine, with the night-vision bright Waterwitch and the Guardian in

the middle of the night

100% Tiguidou, the perimeter is clean

Ghost in the Pink,

moving silent and unseen

Lucir, I shine, let the static meet the claw We starving out

the chaos with a tactical meow

Echolocation pinging through the digital mist She crossing every panic off the

passenger list Executive Quinn is logging every mouse in the wire Matilde

tracks the heartbeat, the sovereign fire

Shala-la, ti-ki-ti, the predator is sleek Ra-ta-ta,

the rhythm is the language that we speak We don't feed the

escalation, we just let her eat the ghost The smallest little hunter

is the one who does the most

The static tries to breach.

The sonar pings:

meow

meow

meow meow meow meow (Hard techno snare snap -> tololoche slide ->

silence)

u...

we prowl

a...

we mark

i/e...

we shine

meow.