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Panama Cat
Everyone wants a Panama hat. But nobody loves a Panama cat. Would Dr. Doolittle ever dare to place one under his medical care? He never could find a nice Tabby to love, Or even a Shabby to make a good glove. No two would ever make a match, And even for one he would need a big patch! They pace in the sewers like Jean Valjean and never have a collar on. They gather in places where we’d never meet, And somewhere near evening they come out to eat. They won’t look in your eye; they don’t give a mew. There’s plenty of garbage - there’s no reason to. On top of the ground we stand far apart From the world of beauty in an alley cat’s heart. The path they take goes everywhere, Both North and South, to a special lair, And East and West, and back again To a noisy meeting with a special friend. The Commander’s cat from old Albrook, And the one that ran from the Chinese cook, There’s One-Eyed-Sam from Porto Bello. He is the one that they painted yellow. They all go back to the early days, when they came from one place, where there weren’t any strays. The need for friendship invariably brings A nightly trip to the center of things; To the tunnels and mains where things drain from above, Reeking, and seeking renewal of love, A change in behavior, and the vesting of youth, A testing of duty, and awareness of truth. The message that comes from such a searching of hearts Is a stopping of stops, and a starting of starts. A step upside out and a walk inside down- That is the tale of a cat in this town. Diego Santiago Also in
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