Whiskey whiskers
Puss cat had the zoomies
By the moon she sang.
The stars blazed like footlights
for a meow band set.
Mic held aloft in paws
she pranced atop a tree
and supped a bowl of whiskey
Her voice was tiddly woo.
Snowy owls played gentle games
with backing choirs of mice
who twanged the golden whiskers
of that punk, feline lead.
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