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Feline grace  
with sculpted face  
aloof to one and all.  
Slanted eyes  
contented sighs  
curled up in my front hall.  
Fur like silk  
laps up her milk  
as if it were God's nectar.  
Paws unfurl  
as catnip whirls  
her high: a heady spectre.  
Chasing mice  
is kinda nice  
a huntress, brave and strong.  
Bows her head  
above the dead  
meowing victory song.  
On the sill  
she poses, still,  
a statue of such beauty.  
Sees a fly  
come flitting by  
attacks, for its her duty.  
No cares or woes  
my kitty knows  
what living is about.  
Carefree days  
and selfish ways...  
a purr-fect life, no doubt.  
- author unknown