The Wandering Cat

The wandering cat is strong.

She's black and white with big green eyes

and a tail that's very long.

She comes around just once in awhile

to sing me her favorite song.

She's very young and so am I.

The wandering cat is strong.

The wandering cat is fast.

But with the winter months so cold,

my sister and I don't think she will last.

We aren't young anymore,

Those agile days have long since past.

But still i watch with a jealous look,

The wandering cat is fast.

The wandering cat is sick.

She lies around, too tired to run,

with just enought fur to lick.

I must admit, I'm tired too.

Just like the berries in the bush,

im much too old to pick.

the wandering cat is sick.

After all this time,

she still sings me her favorite song.

I am hers and she is mine.

The wandering cat is strong.

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