I  twist dreaming and 

lightly sing. 

I jam my eyes as shut as  

a pod. 

I am a ***********, fur- 

licker.  

I am a milk-lapper, sofa-

napper. 

I am a night – hunter, 

table scratcher.

I stroll across a sky high 

wall and drop dead, 

waiting for a hint of 

sunlight. 

I sneak home at 

dawn. And poke my head

through the cat door.