The cats' whiskers are amazing;
they do so many things.
A twitch or an extension
to our face a smile brings.
They help them see in darkest night,
they help protect their eyes,
and help them measure distance;
that comes as a surprise?
When they let them hang down loosely
they often do head-bunt;
when they are forward-facing,
they're alert or on the hunt.
When they are flattened to the back,
take heed and don't intrude;
indicates to one and all
they're in a foulish mood.
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