As Peregrine the Persian cat reclined upon his bed

he opened up an eye and gave a yawn;

the clock upon the wall said ten, he stretched himself and said:

"Perhaps I'll take a walk out on the lawn."

Another hour passed as he debated with himself

on how to leave the room and go outside;

to use the cat door made for him - or jump up on that shelf

and pounce out through the window open wide.

His buccaneering spirit drew his head up from the rug,

to calculate how far he'd have to leap;

but mathematics always sent his brain into a fug,

and as he thought, he drifted off to sleep.

Another hour passed then something woke him with a start,

a bowl of milk put down for him to lap;

Relieved, he breathed a sigh to still the beating of his heart,

Then drifted off into a little nap.

He dreamed of pouncing on some little unsuspecting mouse,

And playing games to cause malicious pain;

He woke and looked around but all was quiet in the house,

So drifted off to slumber once again.

Another hour passed, the shadows lengthened in the room,

He had a thought of toys, perhaps hi-jinx?

But at this hour of day he always had a little groom,

So licked himself, and then had forty winks.

He woke and it was dark, there was no time to go and play,

Outside was full of monsters, things that bite;

He'd do all that tomorrow, 'twas another brand new day,

But now was time for beauty sleep - Good Night!

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