pussy cat is creeping, on paws soft and sweet.
Moving oh so carefully, one step then the next,
he knows he shouldn't be out, that his master will be vexed.
But night is made for prowling, made to roam abroad,
it's the perfect time to hear, the creaking of a board,
or a wee mouse cooing, to his one true love,
while pussy cat watches,and waits up above.
Tushie 12/10/12
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