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Crafty little friend of mine
He’d stay for a minute and watch the sun. Then disappear like the wind… and then there was none!
He’d follow my footsteps in the snow.
He’d watch me off to work in the car go.
He’d be around at breakfast and tea time and would always get fed.
He’d patrol n the nighttime when we were in bed.
He’d come in out of the rain , warm up and have a kip then be out again!
He’d walk high the fence line to see what was ‘his’!
He’d roll around in the sun on the grass until he got himself into a tiz!
The morning deck, the afternoon deck, the greenhouse and the borders were all good for a kip.
He’d be back even after I’d taken him home.
He’s got his ‘stations’ all round the close!
He knows which way the wind does blow.
That crafty little feline friend of mine. The neighbour’s cat that lives in our garden.
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