The cat sings songs of birds in cagesAs he dances around the bed,
The song brought down from many ages
When he was a kitten they filled his head;
The lights were out and the streets were calm
Dust danced along the sill,
The song flowed like a psalm
And the room stood oh so still;
The cat then stopped his little song
He stared out the window pane,
He had been singing all night long
His eyes blazed bright with flame
He turned to curl up in his little bed
To sing no more for he was dead.
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