The sleepy cats came scurrying
at the sound of a whistle.
Black, white, yellow, grey; purring-
now hungry and un-bristled.
They rolled from the trees and dunes
with eager but cautious paws.
Meows sang a different tune
for the food deserved applause.
Royal and too proud to beg -
rubbed their tails around the legs.
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