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teddy49
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Cats and kittens, kittens and cats
under the barn and in the shed;
a face by the steps, a tail by the ramp
and off they go, if they hear a tread!
Sleep in the sun with one eye on guard,
doze in the grass with a listening ear,
run for the darkness under the barn
as soon as a human being draws near!
Not quite wild and not quite tame,
thin and limber, with hungry eye:
the house cat sits at the kitchen door
disdainfully watching her kin go by.
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