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My Cat
by jd martin
I gaze at my cat,
While she reads my mind.
She'll only look back,
When she's inclined.
Clucking and coaxing
I beg her to come.
It's a game that I'm broaching
Of which she wants none.
The squeak of a mouse,
The buzz of a bee,
Roars through the house.
But she never hears me.
And when I reach down,
A goodnight to say,
Then she jumps 'round
And wants me to play.
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