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Our planets rotate around the sun
At such unfathomable speeds
While the tallest of plants
May sprout from the tiniest of seeds
And I cry out to God
Of what tomorrow may bring
As the cardinal recounts in winter
The splendor of the coming Spring
And decides, once again, to sing.

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Cat Burglar

A cat burglar snuck around a yard at night.
“Not a witness in sight!”, he thought to himself.
“Such a waste of stealth for it never to be seen.
Such finesse can’t be found on any television screen.”

Confidence awoken, he scaled the side of the wall.
“I feel six stories tall!”, but little does he know,
The bigger you are, the harder you fall,
And he still has quite a lot of room to grow.

For as he snuck in through the bedroom window,
To the capable and confident thief’s chagrin,
A figure watched him from the shadows within,
Waiting his turn for the thief to begin.

Quickly the thief scurried to take what’s not his.
“Whoever’s house this is, they have quite the stash!”
But this loot might be his last, for on his way out,
The figure ten times his height would then shout:

“Ha!”, with his arms raised to embellish his size.
To escape his demise, the thief fled the scene.

“My owner is so mean! There was no need to yell.
Plus, he cheated.” So the cat gave his farewell.

Frustrated with how serious his owner took the game,
Strolled over to the neighbor’s to do the exact same.