The cats of old
Walking slowly no life at all
Knowing the time has come
They can't sleep or run well
Some grow thin and haggard
The appetite all slowly gone
They are preparing to go
The season of their times
A few of them had gone
Growing so thin with stomachs sunken in
One look they seem to have chronic ailments
It is the time the cats are reluctant to go
The fun in paradise
A short reign and finally has to retire
A few generations come to multiply
The growing years and the final season
One Romeo always on clock work
Every day in the morning sun
He will walk and hunt
A month ago he hasn't appeared
Maybe he has lost his territory
Maybe he has come to the term of his life
The cats of old start to make way
A new generation of cats will appear
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