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Within my head there perambulates,

As if in his own apartment,

This gorgeous cat, strong and with refinement,

You scarcely hear his purr as it vibrates.

The tone is so tender so laid back,

Whether his voice soothes or scolds,

With resonance and depth it rolls

This is his secret, his real knack.

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When my eyes are drawn to this feline elf

As they would be to a lover,

He returns my gaze, careless what I discover

And what do I find there, I find myself.

I gaze with wonder and my caution shrinks

Under the fire of those pale pupils,

Those clear lanterns and twilight jewels

That contemplate me firmly without a blink.