Grey fur, white fur, green eyes
Not for you, the rainy skies
A soft warm blanket is your bed
A soft green carpet on which to tread.
Yet those eyes shine in the night
Their fire setting fears to flight
And the fur hides mighty claws
To defend your chosen cause.
I know not of such things,
When in my ear your soft purr sings
A whisper now of peace in dreams,
Though others shout of other things.
Whenever storms may now arise,
Grey fur, white fur, green eyes.
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