Feral Cats

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 In the woods, trees speak and sing

Of birds that nest, of vines that cling

Of green of Spring, of Autumn gold

Of rainy days and snowy cold

Of dancing deer and nights so clear

Of mossy floor and bristly boar.

But of feral cats, trees speak of most

To whom they host, of which they boast.

For in the woods, cats do rule

Asleep aloft, a tree's crown’s jewel.