‘With an expression that seems like we are scowling, Known as the masters in the art of prowling, Some do give a sign of their presence with a screech,  Definitely we prefer homes that are out of human’s reach, Maybe in the woods, scraps or an old building, Whichever suits a perfect spot for hiding, If our choices make you wary, Life otherwise for us will be scary, The ability to turn our heads around, Keeps us away from dangers that can hound, Our piercing look is haunting as some may say,  But that helps us fix our focus on our prey, Sometimes funny or uncanny, you might find our bobbing act, That’s a way to adjust our vision as a matter of fact, There is much more you can know about us, If you let go of all that eerie fuss, Persecuted for centuries as a representative of bad omens and death, It’s time for you to change this blind faith, There are many more things that need your attention, Stop indirectly harming us with rodent poison and pollution, For your pests our clan provides a solution, Far better than the chemicals which lead your race into the path […]
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