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Hattie the Hok

She's not a tabby or common moggy
Or anything nondescript like that.
Hattie the Hok is that a special thing
A proud and haughty Bengal cat.
A miniature tiger on the prowl
Stalking around the domain
Formed by our back garden
And the little rough rutted lane
That borders the back of our plot:
And Hattie holds open house
Having brought for our approval
Various birds and the odd mouse.
She doesn't like other cats,
Disdains those mongrel dogs
And really likes to invite home
Loppy hoppy bemused frogs
That suddenly appear hopping
Across the room for us to see.
Trying to catch then unharmed
Tends to ruin our watching TV;
All the while Hattie the Hok observes
Our efforts to catch her little guest.
Watching us scrabble and search
Is what she likes the best?
She graces us with her company
Accepts our meagre home
As a barely suitable base
For her nocturnal roams.
She's not a tabby or common moggy
Or anything nondescript like that.
Hattie the Hok is that a special thing
A proud and haughty Bengal cat









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