Mystical Forest with Black Cat and Ethereal Figure

Catzilla meets the son of Catzilla

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  Catzilla meets the son of Catzilla
  
  Model: Photonic
  
  Size: 720 X 1280 (0.92 MP)
  
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  Prompt: The moon’s ridin’ high o’er the ponderosa pines, Silver on the needles, gold in the mines. I’m callin’ for a shadow that slipped from my sight, My black cat’s gone wanderin’ into the night. Oh, black cat, black cat, Down by the creek or the old claim’s loam? cougar catch your song, wolves start howlin’ The wind through the branches whispers your name, Like a ghost from the timbers, soft and tame. Tracks in the dust by the mine’s dark door, Oh, black cat, black cat, Down by the creek or the old claim’s loam? cougar catch your song, wolves start howlin’ dancin’ with spirits , Chasin’ moths by the graveyard light. Or curled in the hay where the barn owls dream, the howl and the miner’s seam. Oh, black cat, black cat, come back home, Leave that gold-vein hill . The lantern’s lit and the cider’s warm-- the break of dawn. The moon rides high o’er the ponderosa pines, the lost ghost shines.
  
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  Aspect Ratio: portrait_tall
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The moon’s ridin’ high o’er the ponderosa pines, Silver on the needles, gold in the mines. I’m callin’ for a shadow that slipped from my sight, My black cat’s gone wanderin’ into the night. Oh, black cat, black cat, Down by the creek or the old claim’s loam? cougar catch your song, wolves start howlin’ The wind through the branches whispers your name, Like a ghost from the timbers, soft and tame. Tracks in the dust by the mine’s dark door, Oh, black cat, black cat, Down by the creek or the old claim’s loam? cougar catch your song, wolves start howlin’ dancin’ with spirits , Chasin’ moths by the graveyard light. Or curled in the hay where the barn owls dream, the howl and the miner’s seam. Oh, black cat, black cat, come back home, Leave that gold-vein hill . The lantern’s lit and the cider’s warm-- the break of dawn. The moon rides high o’er the ponderosa pines, the lost ghost shines.

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A mystical scene featuring a large, ghostly silhouette of a cat looming over a smaller cat gazing towards a full moon, surrounded by dark, enchanting forests.