Crlystal clear
And blue as can be
No puffy white clouds
Drift above me
Pointed green blades
Cushion my feet
There goes a bird!
Oh! what a treat!
Off I go!
On my chase now
Got to stay quiet
Hold back my meow
Stalking the little birdie
Creaping ever nearer
At last, I pounce!
I missed I fear
Oh well!
I let out that meow
I find a sunny lap
Time for a nap now
This is the life
As i curl up close
On my master's lap
My tail tickling his nose
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