felted cat"Alice"

in the shade of trees, in tall grass,
Among the grass and buds of iris,
Treading noiselessly on the soft earth
Cat walks Alice.

It can quietly and gently purr,
And could flip out like a lion:
To jump, hiss and sarikat,
Interrupting your wonderful melody.

But a lot of people after the die,
In order to approach her,
To only eyes to see the emerald
The establishment of the southern steppes.

Tiptoe quietly I come there,
To gently by hand to touch.
And then quietly back leaving,
So you do not have time to Wake up.

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