The Small Feline

Instinct taught him ,he became the brilliant cat
he is the bony that is always excited to run
spirits to fill in numbers to humiliate death
he plays with anything in way and precise the fun

hating vegetables hence was born to climb
believing never to miss ,as to calculate a mouse
he can’t stand a dog but likes to warn to slime
if he finds no food then must evacuate a house

in a place where it is enough high
in cold it feels poor the sweet sound
we help him if just for this we laugh why
a little bit show off animal to beat round

flexibility of a warrior and a symbol of shape
you like to barely see his speed to punch
he wants to stay just as a simple or escape
an eternal enemy always is with to launch

he is not a lion but a smaller another feline
a cute , he stretches but not a very faithful
dogs are more trustful as a matter in line
dogs do not but the rats appear hateful .

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