Today I saw a cat
Leave third floor's window flying.
They say that each and every cat
Is born for live and not for dying.
But this one didn't land on feet
As usualy they do,
She landed square on my head
With so much of mew.
"Ouch" wanted I to cry
But tail my mouth corked.
To take her down wanted I
But nails in head were forked.
And thus to hospital I came
For cat removal procede.
It's not my furry hat
But daily bad luck dosage.
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