Nine Lives of Pepper Boucher

Somber claws scratch the catwalk,
carcass crawls forth from demise,
eighth chance passed, on to the ninth.

Crepuscule begins--impending blindness,
onward journey continues--ambitious feline.
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This is such a short but immersive poem! Who is Pepper Boucher? I don’t know, but this poem was written well enough to draw me in.