A furry blanket,
Smothered in spots,
Hidden in the bushes,
His mission, he plots.
The most beautiful eyes,
A deep olive green,
And the richest of coats,
You've ever seen.
Suddenly, he spots some prey,
Arches his back-ready to pounce,
Bam! He begins to feast,
His lunch has been announced...
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