CAT

  On silent feet, she creeps.

  Sometimes, she sleeps.

  Sometimes, a curl.  Sometimes, a twirl.



  You can watch her turn.  You can watch her yearn.

  For more space, she yearns.

  On her face delight, as more things she learns.



  She runs all about.  I don't know what it's about.

  She loves to eat.  She loves a treat.

  Sometimes, a leap.

  On black and brown feet she walks.

  You can hear her talk.

  

  By day or by night, an awesome sight.

  Truly, a delight.

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