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Muscled, black with steel - green eye
Swishing through the rye grass
with thoughts of mouse-and-apple pie
Tail balancing at half-mast.
... And The Mouse Police Never Sleeps ***
lying in the cherry tree
Savage bed food-warmer
of priest feline ancestry.
Look out, little furry folk!
*** He's the all-nighi working cat
Eats but one in every ten ***
leaves the others on the mat.
... And The Mouse Police Never Sleeps ***
waiting by the cellar door.
Window-box town-crier;
birth and death registrar.
With claws that rake a furrow red ***
Licensed to mutilate.
From warm milk on a lasy day
to dawn patrol on hungry hate
... No, The Mouse Police Never Sleeps
climbing on the ivy.
Windy roof-top weathercock
Warm-blooded night on a cold tie.
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