What do you think, the very first time that we meet?
That chipper girl's a little strange but still she's kind of sweet
Looking past her eyes something hides growling beyond it
And for the life of me no matter what I think I can not put my finger on it
Maybe a pain an anger or a sad regret?
She suffers from the weight of them inside I'll bet
Her smile genuine upon her kitten's face
would show no other struggles in that unknown darkened space
Was choice the reason for the strength she lost?
When choosing was make for her did he shoulder the outrageous cost?
I wish I knew what it was that gave me this unease...
Was she the victim of abuse of a brutal cold hearted tease?
Did someone take away her innocence and leave her bare?
Who am I that I should question this or even care?
This cat must have nine lives or so it would appear
There are topics of discussion that she seems to fear...
Alarmed she seeks her refuge up in the tallest tree
But like a Cheshire she looks down and sends a smile to me
I don't want to be around if she should unsheathe her sharpened claws
There is no doubt I'd yelp a shout should my nose contact her pause
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