My cat leaves home
Most nights to roam,
Compelled by the moon and stars.
For go he must,
And I daren't trust
He'll come back home without scars.
He sleeps all day,
Too tired to play-
And dreams of the moon and stars;
Then, up to howl
And off to prowl,
With some pause to lick his scars.
The kitten's ways
I miss most days-
Never mind the moon and stars
That beckon: 'Come!
And have some fun.'
With the ever risk of scars.
But that was then,
Before his zen
Discovered the moon and stars-
The life at night,
The hunt, the fight
A life written in the scars.
Hm. Nes
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