The Scaredy-Cat

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The gentle hand of my owner
Is the definition of temptation.
His presence alleviates my fears
Of loneliness and starvation.

Yet still I understand
My distance I must keep.
I’ve learned from experience
Human hands have quite the reach.

As they grasp for straws
And put on air.
As they clip my claws
And wet my hair.

Thus I must assert
My freedom from his rule.
To the wilderness I go,
For Man can be cruel.

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