I’ve seen the cat run around in circle
In the circumference worthy of the sun
This with all the beams and beans of strings
The cat was black with back drawn up
To the sky, in the cutest stretch
Its tail purely female from the top
Round in a box, round and round
The room on the carpet, maroon and brown
It chased a mouse, Cleopatra, from the hall
The cat ran around, I’ve seen it
It’s eye pure energy white with clouds
For, no litter, no catnip, in the light of night
The ultraviolet, purple, guilty with sights
Thimble, thistle, whistle
The cat I know, your name
The cute little kitty playing games
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