Ode to Felix

Oh, to be Felix the cat
Who anticipates every front door opening
With sunbaked sidewalks for snoozing
And a new flock of birds to chase.



Oh, for the life of Felix
Where every door opening
Means a warm pillowed couch
And a honey haired girl to love you.

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