"Why so grim?", Old Tom Cat asked,
but Little Kitten turned away –
stared at the sky with wistful eyes,
withdrawn from this sweet, golden day.
"Why so gloomy?", Old Tom prodded,
flicking Kitten with his tail.
"No room for melancholy thoughts
when sun is heavy on the vale."
Little Kitten turned his head,
shaking off his pensive shroud.
"I want to be a...
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