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My name is the wind
I sing to the cats, large and small, wild and tame, hunting marsh deer or rats. I sing to the Tigers that stalk the jungle night. I sing to the Panthers sisters of night. I sing to the Lions and to the Ocelots to Leopards and Cougars, cats with stripes, cats with spots. Jaguars and Pumas Siamese and Lynx I know where each sleeps and I know how each thinks. I sing to the Bobcats, house cats, warm and small. They listen and answer when they hear my call. I snarl and I whine and they snarl in return. I call and they answer. I sing and they yearn. I sing to the Cheetahs, my name is the wind. They run with me, race with me to see where I've been. I sing to the cats that walk the grassy plains. I sing on desert nights and I sing in rain forest rains. I sing to cats in cages, and on leashes restrained, to cats in apartments, long haired, short haired, maned. I snarl and I whine and they snarl in return. I call and they answer. I sing and they yearn. My name is the wind and I sing to the cats, large and small, wild and tame, hunting marsh deer or rats. |