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We wrote some poems in English recently, so the next three poems, starting with this one, are from that. Enjoy!

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In a world gone mad with barking,
Cats like myself are often too quiet to be heard
In a world run by dogs,
The cat is the outsider

Some say I'm lazy, or don't like affection
But in a world of fast-talking and constant moving
Privacy is my closest friend
Sometimes I pity the dogs

My own company beats a pack mentality any day
In a world of gunshots and fireworks
Id rather curl up in a warm blanket
And listen to the rain

Dogs hunt and chase and play
While the cat watches from the sun-warmed roof
And know the dogs can't reach her there
Poor dogs, confined to the earth

I'm a cat and everyone's a dog
And while they bay at the blood-red moon
I'm alright,
Because dogs can't climb trees