Yellow cats
Aren't the brightest lights
Climbing high in a tree
Seeking to flee
A dog or some other
Animal bother.
There they'll stay
Through night and day
And wont come down
Regardless of what's around.
They're dependent on their human savior
Awaiting some morsel or other favor
To reward them for climbing skills
Regardless of the risk and thrills.
Sooner or later they'll come down
Finding it's better on the ground
Where they'll get their just reward
With all sorts of praise and accord.
Home at last they will be
Safe and comfortable (not like in a tree) .
Maybe it isn't the yellow cat that's so dumb
Perhaps it's the owner who's one brick short of a full hod.
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