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The House Cat

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Frida, Frida, meowing loud
In the darkness of this house,
What can I do, tell me now,
To calm thy fearful crying?

In what corner of this home
Lies the thing that makes thee moan?
What deadly spider, quiet ghost,
Makes thee pace and yell out so?

And when thy tail begins to swish
I see the way thine ears do twitch–
Be there someone I cannot see?
Do we have guests who cannot breathe?

Do they wander through the rooms
Touching toothbrush, pillow, spoon?
When I ask that they be kind,
Do they feel noticed? Do they smile?

Can thy cat ears hear them speak
And does thy mind know what they think?
If they bring love and light and peace,
Will thee rub against their feet?

And if they be mean with blackened core
Will thee knock plates down to the floor?
Will thee tell me when to pray
To send the bad ones far away?

Frida, Frida, meowing loud
In the darkness of this house,
What can I do, tell me now,
To stop thy fearful crying?

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