Pounce.

Silk feet pad across my floor,

I see all those surroundings clear. Black, white;

You can’t smell the details you can see,

But I have my senses tuned right up.

Don’t wake me when you rise. Up out,

But I have rights to call you down;

If ever there is some movement,

Just bet I’ll be right onto it. Pounce.

Go higher, higher, and I am able

To fly without the wings I chase

My abilities are far greater. Yawn, stretch.

Look. Here I am, I’m long and short,

I’m sharp, yet soft if you do me right;

I’m there, I’m here. And dart about.

My lives live on into the night.

The End

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