(Apologies to Johnny Mercer)
The falling leaves drift by the kitty,
Those autumn leaves of red and gold.
The trees are bare, the winds blow chill
The birds secure, and acting bold.
So the birds sashay and sing their song
But are they safe? Cat says they're wrong.
For the leaves that hid the nests are gone
And now it's kitty's autumn song.
Cats who pretend to be napping while watching birds are here.
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