Friends Of Mine

The white cat saunters in the dark hallway,
considering [whether] the light of day…
This brown tiger cat’s a stalwart hunter,
although when I scratch his back, he’s butter.
That elusive gray cat sat in the street.
Our dialogue was quiet and discrete.
My black cat leaped upon the high bookshelf,
to create some privacy for himself.
Opening windows to let in some air…
Pacing, the orange tabby dreamed so faire.

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