My wife’s three legged cat moves strange.He hops about in rabbit fashionModifying hunting passionIn a very microcosmic range. A car deprived him of one limb .He’s new at this, somewhat unsteady,But still a mouse finds him at readyChurning with some vigor and much vim. The mouse, of course, has greater chances.But the cat, a bit less nimble,In his triple legged scrambleManages with earnest acrobatic dances. So far, the mice are more athletic.But the chase is entertainingFor cat and mouse and me, maintainingStandards terpsichoric and aesthetic.