1A Midway between the sill and the window
2b I found myself in a moment of dark
3a For between a cloud the sun was shadow.
4b Ah me! How tough a thing to hear the bark
5c From the house with a dirty, dumb, and gross
6b Dog, the very thought of which makes me yarke.
7c How bitter is dry food, I hate it most;
8d But tasty are the treats, found in pantries,
9c Among the shelves of human things, like cold toast.
10d I can meow the best of all kitties,
11e So full was he of slumber at the moment
12d In which I cried so loudly, of his door, outside.
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