The Plight of Black Conn…

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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 wisdoms, high

My feeble wits, I am wont to try…

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