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The Grocer's Cat
Behold the village grocer's cat!
That's who I am;
(Named Sam)
Not sleek — not fat —
But foe, and woe, to sneaking rat.
I wander out and in
'Twixt box and bin
With feline grin,
And many a tender mouse I eat
Because of silent feet,
Well armed and fleet.
Sometimes I park myselfOn crowded shelf;
Or in the window built for show —
For that's a place I love to go
To doze, and purr in the sun's warm glow
And watch the circling flies below.