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I, alone with White Feline
Each of us, one of a kind…
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Her’s a mind on hunting, set
Mine is for my pet subject…
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What a curious thing, to see
Kept at task, so still, are we…
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She with eye pressed to a nook
My nose buried in some book…
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Housed together, we sit and find
Grand enchantments for our mind…
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When a mouse peeks from its den
Sly and swift is Feline, then…
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I seek wisdom day and night
Stalking darkness thro’ to light…
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So, in peace our trades we ply
White Feline, the cat, and I…
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Daily practice, patience played
Feline is perfect in her trade…
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To draw the sense from Wisdom’s, high
My feeble wits, I am wont to try…
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France & Vincent 
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The local, hunting, feral cats who raise their kittens on my place and my dog plays nursemaid/guard duty to protect – – well? They don’t need me and often gaze at me and I’m sure they are asking, “What the Heck are you doing, just now??!?” – – But I’m graced by their presence
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