N/A in "Ode to cat Poetry Contest,” JCB Brul, sponsor, June 15, 2026
Wicked little eyes Considered the path of attack Always keen for a game She pounces when the time is right Stalking and biting She practices her art Jumping and leaping about She is still very young Tache is the imp I mean A stray black and white kitten She even now tries to distract Pawing at my pen Sitting on my chest The purrs of contentment Rattle her very fibre Sleep now my temptress.
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