My Cat
She squats, a noiseless brilliant sphinx
And thinks with drowses, yawns and purr
She turns upward, gives her full think
I put down my book and see her
Grinning into her soft furry
O' as she brushes it pretty
With her delicate tongue firstly
Tail held high -it's Serenity
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