The leopard knows when life feels good,
Like when out for a stroll,
As he surveys his neighbourhood,
Well pleased upon the whole...
With food and water here and there,
Perhaps a female friend,
A gentle breeze that floats on air,
Till evening brings day's end...
Well organised, things sorted out,
No frantic panics known,
Just fancy free, on walkabout,
As if the world to own...
No house to buy, no rent to pay,
No tax man on his case,
No boss man that he must obey,
No monthly bills to face...
His belly soothed and quite content,
No hunger pains as yet
And so he strode, his time well spent,
As if without regret...
No pension plan had he in mind,
No thoughts as far as that,
Of all the felines you could find,
He's the ultimate cat!
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