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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 foot-warmer Of purest feline ancestry. Look out, little furry folk! He's the all-night working cat.