The cat rushes by me,
On the steep stairs,
I don’t know why,
He acts so scared.
What is he thinking,
Why does he flee,
Doesn’t he know,
That it’s only me?
I know to him,
I must seem so tall,
When down on the floor,
He must feel so small.
In another lifetime,
He will be born grand,
And hold the world,
In the palm of his hand.
But for today,
He’s just a cat,
Small and low,
And a little fat,
He is my friend,
Soft and free,
I wish he didn’t,
Have to flee.
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