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The Travelling Cat

Atop a boat is where he's at
Hunkered down, the Travelling Cat
Moving freely where he shall
At home afloat upon canal
Towpath walkers 'neath his gaze
Mark the passing of the days
Sometimes he'll take a stroll ashore
To snare a mouse with rapid paw
And then return with practised leap
To wash his fur, perchance to sleep
At night you'll find him down below
Snuggling near the heater's glow
But dawn will find him back above
Waiting for the starting shove
That means a journey's just begun
Through yet more locks, into the sun.

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