And then sat. For a baton, he wields a tail. A cat condenses. He pulls in his tail to go under bridges, And himself to go under fences. When everyone else is just ready to go out, The cat is just ready to come in, He's not where he's been.
Cats sleep fat and walk thin.
Opens her jaws, Stretches her legs, And shows her claws. Then she gets up And stands on four Long stiff legs And yawns some more. Her slice of tongue Turns up at the tip. Lifting herself On her delicate toes, She arches her back As high as it goes. She lets herself down With particular care, And pads away With her tail in the air.