Bounding cross the silent living space,
it leaps to climb the curtain lace.
To catch a glimpse of birds in flight,
winging in the bright sunlight.
Pouncing on a tapping toe,
it learns what's meant by "hey, let go!".
Peeking around a corner it spies
a prey caught in its glassy eyes.
Purring contentedly it slips into slumber,
at the end of its day full of life and wonder.
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