I am a cat, both proud and sleek,
So pay attention whilst I speak.
     I converse through  mews and purrs
     And I’m covered by two layers of fur.

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I’m not the dog who hangs at heel,
Whose eyes a human heart can steal.
     I’m not a bird with dulcet tones
     But a feline whose life is my own.

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My hearing’s good; I’ve ears that turn;
And my private life is my concern.
     At night my vision’s sparkling clear,
     And I venture forth with little fear.

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I’ve powerful muscles in my tail,
And gripping claws that never fail
     To grasp and hold my tiny prey.
     There’s purrrfect pleasure in kill-play.

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With hunting over, home I go,
And sometimes take my kill to show
     The cat I am, with skills superb.

             Now, curled in sleep . . .

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