…Crystal Clear…
The pretty tabby she-cat
Purrs in Twoleg's arm
Her life of comfort, luxury
Has nothing to be won.
She knows the new tom's different
He's lean and thin and gaunt
But what she doesn't realize
Is how much lurks and haunts
Behind the life he lives of
Survival, family
How secrets hidden in the stars
Affect how all cats be.
All she thinks of his tale is
That he should come and stay
In her plentiful garden
To eat and lounge and play.
The pretty tabby she-cat
Has no thought for these dreams
Everything she knows is clear
With no deception, schemes.
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