A tabby cat seeks to sit no higher

Than my office desk. Pulling fur

To carpet the floor, it’s true she’d aspire

To hunt the little bird, to purr and sleep.


A tabby cat thinks not of trees

Nor of poetry or how worlds are born.

She notices the early breeze

And sniffs scents of early dawn.


A tabby cat controls the floor.

Persons up and persons down

She has special commands for the door

She waits there and does not make a sound


A tabby cat can be alone

Yes, alone they are often said to be

But when I wander round my home

My little cat loves to follow me.


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