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Pretty pussies pouncing

10/2/2020

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By the fireside, on my belly, black cat purring,
playing piano, softly drumming with her paws;
Oh, how happy cat and I are, twined together, by the fireside,
dreaming sweetly in winter’s claws.
 
On the YouTube, three trillion pussies,
kittens pouncing, twirling pretty,
leaping cutely on skeins of wool.
 
In the garden, line of blue wrens, hopping lightly,
flitting gaily, fanning out in morning cool;
Black cat watching, tail a’twitching, leaping deadly,
​blue wren down.
 
Up every tree and peak, o’er plains and deserts vast, 
cat ninjas, 20 millions, lurking hidden, 
Snuffing Aussie fauna, oh so fast.
 
Made in heaven, part feline grace, part beauty sleek; 
Behold before us, purrfect killer, creating chaos 
– especially among those small and meek.
 
– Gib Wettenhall
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