|POETRY TO READ TO YOUR CAT
D. C. BIANCHINO.
All right reserved. 12/ 93.
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There is a cat across the street,
I think that you would like to meet.
He's so cute and really neat,
But don't forget to be; discreet.
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When I come home you're always there.
Mostly sitting on the stair.
At first your eyes wide open glare,
Until that look of; I don't care.
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And in the hours when daylight sleeps.
That time of night the var-mint peeps.
I know that you my fe-line keeps,
An eye on all those little creeps.
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The mouse who dares to show its head,
With you around will quickly dread.
For tear you don't and do not shed,
And wise the mouse if it had fled.
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When you pounced and missed your prey.
And shook it off and walked away.
I thought about your patient way,
Whether working or at play.
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This cat stood upon a rock.
It's body charged and fully cocked.
And when it leaped it sent a shock.
And though it missed it cooly walked.
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When in the field you find your way.
As in the city night or day.
Your kingdom is in your on sight.
And we all know it's your birthright.
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You know that place you often stray.
You know that time that's not for play.
Well that is when I hope and pray,
That you return and are okay.
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Bags and books, boxes and beads.
Crags and nooks, they appease.
The curious cat to whom they please.
Searching for the ultimate tease.
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The cat I see behind the chair,
Oh no! the one now over there.
The cat who has that instant flair,
I'd know you cat anywhere.
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Cats who jump up in the air,
Darting here and darting there.
Always have this tempting stare,
And poke their noses everywhere.
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When you lay upon my neck,
And purr to me your favorite fret.
My heart it melts my eyes get wet,
So glad I am that you're my pet.
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Cat you've been to me a friend,
And so your honor I defend.
While people I have known pretend,
On yours at least I can depend.