Rikkki de Riiik he sits,
a stoic,
purrs and meows
as fits his mood,
Rikkki de Riiik my cat he sits
and does not move,
as befits
a statue,
on the mantle piece
table or window sill,
then with a whirl he moves from
place to place,
soon stretching out
and lies about,
suddenly, starts and startles,
remembering something
he has forgot,
runs up and down
the steps
chasing his shadow
or something more profound,
dances up and down
and all around,
flops on the ground
and sighs
his secret kept
we in a quandry
wonder,
what makes
him dream
come true
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