The creature is searching for prey.
The night is his time of day.
He is fierce and sometimes friendly,
But they still declared him deadly.
He is fluffy, firm, and tall,
The toughest of them all.
He is a sneaky tiger,
And as big as a liger.
He prowled around the house,
But nowhere to be found, this mouse.
Though soon enough it became day,
In which the cat was sleeping away.
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