When it listens to our music
But more music of its spheres
Of daily rounds unimpressed
By Rachmaninoff or Feldman
Nor in the genealogy of sounds
Does it envy the birds
Its older brothers their charming
Personalities and clatter
Caught in a time before
Such scruples matter
But to sit on my chest and purr
And stare up into my face
Next to climbing a tree is best
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