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This morning as I was out on my morning jog, I noticed this cat over the fence to the freeway. I could tell by his positioning it was going to scale that fence. Since I was looking for a reason to rest, I stopped to watch the action. It was effortless. He was up and over that thing in record time.
The best part was once he got to the other side, in the midst of tall weeds, he leapt straight into the air on top of some prey. Poetry in motion.
I love watching cats. They are beautiful animals. They even walk with flair. I, on the other hand, am like Chris Farley dancing with his shirt off. Why do you think I wear a vest?
Cats are smooth; much more poetic than me. I tried to write a poem once for Dr. Fox, but it just never came out quite right. I wanted to address the time I went to obedience school. Well, this is all I got:
As I walk along beside my pet,
He decides to stop, so I must sit.
Now we are back and on the go,
SQUIRREL!
Keats I am not.
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