Swift through the trees,
Silent on the breeze.
Sneaking through the night,
Snapping prey without a fight.
Thus trods the cat,
Mighty hunter,
No doubt of that.
Cautious in the night,
Creeping into sight.
Curling under a bush,
Crawling home with a swush.
Thus prowls the cat,
Suspicious friend,
Now what of that.
Meowing at the door,
Munching on the floor.
Making you a slave,
Meat, they crave
Thus purrs the cat,
Friendly companion,
Who'd think of that?
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