The Persian cat
Alive he has become
His eyes always
over the fence
With his hopping
leg
He will jump over
to the road
I scold him for
doing it
He will bend his
head low
Telling him of the
bad dogs
It never goes to
his head
He thinks he can hop
faster
If the dogs chase
him
Now he has
disappeared
In the night of
mating cats
By morning he will
show his face
As if he is a good
cat
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