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Early in the morning
Out on the farm, in the countryside
The breeze drifted the smell of cow to my nose
And was just right, out in the sunlight


The pleasure of the soft silky gray tabby cat in my arms was wonderful
But the farm cats always have a little attitude
I did not want to let the shining star go
Until the cats excruciating claw climbed up the front of my neck, digging into my skin


As it deteriorated, the cat hung from my trembling body
I scurry to my parents with the unbearable pain
Absolutely terrible trying to remove it
We pulled at the cat but the cat fought that war as best as it could


After what seemed like forever, the cat retracted its knives
My neck screamed, as the cat escaped
I dare not grab that cat up ever again
So I am to scared to


Remembering now I am mortified
However I was terrified
The cat let me find out the hard way
To let the cat go when it pleases




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