He Sat Upon My Window Sill
He sat upon my windowsill
His eyes twinkling in the night
He gazed inside and looked at me
His smile burning bright
I opened up the window for him.
And he jumped right down
He landed on his toes
As he slowly looked around
He winked at me as if to say,
"It was nice to meet you"
And as he stepped into the night
I knew those words were true
I enjoyed his company although I never knew
That he was not a normal man like you and I would know
But a frisky cat that sat outside
And let his orange eyes glow.
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