Pulling at the carpet as they walk by
Cotton robbers
Pulling open my drawers
And stealing the softness inside
Starring at me with my lids shut
Wondering when they will open again
Crying out to me
As the door opens to their cave
Ruminace of food substance is depleted
The sirens call for replenishment
I satisfy their need
Oh Furry creatures of the house
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