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The cat has once again dragged in Something that it caught and then After toying with it, in play, Killed it, which is his way. For a cat has no rhyme nor reason But follows the jungle's rules of passion. Doing as it has done before Destroying something for evermore. Such it is that those, like felines Who cannot read between the lines Are destined to be certain that They are by fiat, The ones who can do no wrong And enjoy not the meadowlark's song. s