A Cat Means Love . . .

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. . . But then you have to know that claws and teeth

Are parts of what a cat is.  If you can

Not deal with killing facts, then you’re beneath

Consideration.  Cats’ keen eyes will scan

The world for movements of a bird or mouse

And then the cat will bring in punctured fur

And black and staring eye, and so your house

Will be a slaughter scene.  He’ll even churr

In taunting and then he will clamp the throat

And eat the head and guts.  If it’s a bird,

The beak will be stretched wide.  His heart will gloat

And on the carpet feathers will be slurred.

  So, love him if you will and let him love

    You back.  Try do not dwell upon that dove.

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