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Tony ParrMalcolm
But neither was he wise; His runs through acts of derring-do Were cause for wailing cries. He’d pounce upon the window sill Before your eye could wink; He’d leap atop the railing thin Before another blink. So on a sunny afternoon Last summer there about He saw there was a door ajar Through which he could get out. "Too much," mused Malc, "I can't resist Nor stay in here inactive I'm off to change the world below, For I'm a cat proactive!" So off he shot across the rug To where he saw escape; He cleared the door and topped the rail, All without a scrape. Into the void he launched himself, A far-flung furry fling – But then – too late – it came to him That neither net nor sling Nor anything else was there besides, Nothing was there at all, But sixteen floors of empty air Waiting to watch his fall. So Malcolm finally got his scare As he travelled fast and faster; But resolute and iron of will He’d show just who was master. Approaching now his end of flight At eighty Ks an hour, He hit the ground upon his feet – His frame a coil of power. He'd landed in a spot of green With all the earth fresh-ploughed; So, thankful for this happy end, He cried to all aloud: "I guess I am a foolish cat, Unwise in ways discreet; I know I’ll be a smarter cat When next I hit the street." |
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