Bombs bursting in air with sparkling display
Instills only fear in the cat.
She's under the bed away from the fray
And wanting no part of all that.
Her fourth of July is something to fear;
With brimstone and fire, she is miffed.
So, taking her time, she may reappear
But not until it is the fifth.
Understand that this kitty is never confused
And therefore contented to be
A "fraidy-cat" pet not the least bit amused
By the joys of our earned liberty.
That feeling, quite simply, is old hat to her.
She relishes it every day
And, thus if she pleases, she'll give you a purr
When fireworks and noise go away.
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