Though he won't succeed
The cat will try and convince you
To think better about your life,
There's something
Noble in the manner
In which he continues
To pull you from the page,
Clinbing aboard your desk
To lure you into his furtive game.
His agenda remains so simple,
It's like the moon
When it comes peering at your window
Trying to bathe you
In its plated glow;
Motives so pure,
They work only in scaring you half to death.
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