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the Creative inside the Computer
Gold as a lion, the enchanted Cat . . .
He reigns through my screen, kneading this & that
With pensive Cheshire purr from ear to ear
There's little that he doesn't see, or hear
Lounging in Centers across his City. . .
On files sharpening Claws, he visits me . . .
In oddest of hours prowling with no fear
Kitkat in his kingdom yawns near, not here
Enchanted Cat, shares honeyed milk & fat . . .
Silk spinning yarns, beside my Laptop Cat