Poetry by Ann Sweet

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The Cat

The cat jumped down from the window sill

and sat and waited until all was still.

She saw a mouse hiding beneath the chair

so slowly and silently she crept over there.

She stopped and stared and wondered where,

and how the little mouse had gotten there.

She came closer and close to the chair,

to the mouse before it got to its lair.

The cat started to crouch and wait until

the little gray mouse was no longer still.

She then was prepared for the final jump.

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The mouse became a lifeless lump.

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