The Bobcat
You come around about twice a year.
I can always feel when you are here.
The hair on the back of my neck stands on end.
But I would never have you penned.
The woods get silent upon your approach.
Nothing moves outside, they know you poach.
I awaken too late, the chickens are gone,
You just took two and then moved on.
My son says mom, I saw a giant kitty,
I tell him she comes twice a year, Isn't she pretty.
We leave her alone
She only takes her share
She is fair.
So we don't care.
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