Claws

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If my cat
Were a fish, he'd be a shark.
A big shark.
A big, mean shark.
A great white shark.

But he's not a fish.
He's a cat.
A big cat.
A big, mean cat.
A great white cat

Who cruises the neighbourhood
Terrorizing and creature
He happens to meet.

Birds wing away
When he prowls the gardens.
Other cats scat
When he struts his stuff
And even dogs make sure
They're somewhere else
When he's around.

He's rough. He's tough.
He's terrible to behold.
More terrible
Than any tiger.

Sometimes he disappears
For days and days
And days

But just when
I start to think
I'll never see him again

In he strolls
Pushing through the cat-flap
As if he's never been away

And he jumps up
Into my lap
And curls himself
Around himself

And falls asleep
Purring like a Porsche
While I stroke him
And stroke him

And tell him
Over and over again
That he's

The best cat
In the whole universe.

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