The world keeps on spinning
And they look merry as they seem busy
I want to touch a cat
Who refuses as usual
It is Mama Kitty
Mother to three litters
And deep down I know she cares
Protecting the hearts of the street
While finding invisible mice
Underneath the sacred tree
We all love this dear cat
Who is often calm and silent.
Not the actual one, but close enough.
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