High in the mountains where cool winds sing,
Where tall pines sway and tiny birds wing, Live two
Brave felines—Orange Cat and Ginger Cat, Leaping
through sunshine, swift and spry as that.
With coats that glow like fire at dawn,
They race through woods from dusk to morn.
They chase the breeze, they climb the trees,
They dance with shadows, wild and free.
Their mother, gentle Mumma Cat,
Guides them wisely—imagine that!
She knows each trail, each hidden
track, And waits for them to wander back.
And above them all, with love so deep,
Is Dimpy, whose heart they keep.
The one who watches from near and
far, Their guiding moon, their evening star.
All day they play where the blue peaks stand,
In the whispering woods, on the emerald
land. But when the sun begins to fade,
And dusk paints gold across the glade—
They follow the twilight’s glowing mark,
Trotting home swiftly before the dark.
Back to warmth, back to love so true—
Orange Cat, Ginger Cat, and their mountain crew.
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