Without miracle but not
Without eccentricity,
This old derelict, this beast,
This battered, half-feral cat
Still goes around the houses
And the local towns to greet
The local strangers, people
Seeking miracles themselves,
Such optimistic people,
Sternly diverting themselves
From the facts the cat suggests.
The cat enjoys company,
A little bit, useless thing,
Without miracle but not
Without eccentricity,
This old derelict, this beast.
It’s polite to the people
Who feed it. Companionship.
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