Cat Hidden In a Violin Case
The professor opened the precarious black violin case
Knowing he was going to show us an animal full of grace.
I watched him with interest, for he is a musical maestro.
And, he told me, this is why in this home, mice do not grow.
Princess Ebony is an unusually perfect pitch melodic cat.
She hunkers down, and pretends she is a piece of a doormat.
This darling cat with enormous pretty yellow eyes,
Gave me a knowing smile, such a wonderful surprise.
She is my secret weapon, my hidden mouse-catching treasure.
Watching her hunt down and catch rodents is my absolute pleasure.
I have no idea where he has hidden away his Stradivarius,
But I walk gingerly past Princess Ebony, my fate precarious.
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