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5d
i saw a cat crying
weeping into his bright pink paws.
and, as every human should, I went to him
"Oh Mr. Whiskers, why do you cry?"
he looked at me and said
"Why do the sparrows have wings?
for that makes them harder to catch"
"Why do the rats have noses?
by which they could smell me from afar."
"Why do the snakes live in burrows?
deeper than my paws can scratch."
"Why do the fishes swim so fast?
i can't even get a midnight snack"

I laughed "Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha"
like there was a ticklish feather on my belly.
"Oh Mr. Whiskers, why do you think you have claws?
why do you think you have those fangs?
why do you think you have that fur?
It is your life to hunt
and it is their life to run.
It is your life to leap
and it is their life to fall.
So don't be sad Mr. Whiskers
dry up your pretty paws.
The road ahead is full of scurrying things —
Let your claws do what they're made for.
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