My eyes are the intense glow of the moons dance
My wings as a passionate as a knights stance
My feet as quiet as a butterflies sleep
My tail feathers lower as darkness retreats
My beak as long as a pipers flute
My voice as masterly as a train’s tute
My sense of smell is a rodents in acute
My shape is a lost puzzle to jungle city
My chant that follows put’s smugglers to pity
My dance causes shadows to get all knitty
But my greatest, big, fear, ferocious kitty
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