Peeking Through
Sitting here and peeking through,is something curious and of bloom
It purrs with a melody,
sneaking through the meadow leaves
Climbing on a cherry tree,
jumping,
crawling,
on four feet
It strives through the blades of grass,
spots a bird,
then gives a gasp
It nibbles on a flower,
while looking at the moon
Rolling on it's back,
scratching for the rat
Curiosity is what it did not lack!
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This was written about a cat.
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