Saturday, September 6, 2014

The Fear of the Cat

On a morning on the Serengeti
Where native cats are big and bold
You go strolling through the bush like Squire Trelawney

Seeking piratized gold

She comes out of the grass and her mass is stunning
Like a freight train running 'cross the flat
Don't bother reaching; you have no weapons
And you know it's much too late

For the fear of the cat

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