She prowls around the still kingdom at night
Her ears are up, her pounce on the ready
She keeps the world within her watchful sight
Her paws pad soft and slow and ever steady
Head high, streamlined, white whiskers lead the way
Sharp teeth, strong claws, attack or else defend
Way back she roamed the wild, stalking her prey
House-bound she still sizes up a foe or friend
So when it comes time for going to bed
She purrs, meows, scratches at my shut door
When I give in she goes right to my head
Before I’m back she’s off to a loud snore
Of course, you know, I’m so quick to forgive
Sleeping without her now, I could not live.
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