Sit so silently still on a sunny sill high in the sky.

Stalk the walk over the hustle and bustle of peeps and beeps.

Never announce pounce—a most badgering bounce—upon town’s clowns.

Alight aside lampion to aim maim like a champion.

Flail all paws with nary a wary pause to cur[l]tail the cause.

Re victim’s tears, lick them on ears post sick on their furry fears. ; )