Around the pool, had she sat...
Basking in the Sun, was that cat.
Licking her whiskers while lying stoic...
Bathed in fur, as she was a real pro lick.
Thinking only about catching a bird, or fish...
Hungry she's been, getting fed, her only wish.
For on the hour, that dog did bark...
Screamed meowing, now silently, a bloody
puddle, lays ever more,
deep, inside the park.
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