The Furry Observer

My clothes laid out, nicely,
Neatly and precisely,
What I’m planning,
On wearing tomorrow.
I leave the room, briefly.
Unaware that discretely,
From a hair covered chair,
I’m observed.
Then looking innocently,
At me nonchalantly,
Lies the furry observer,
On my clothes.

English, motherfucker, do you speak it? J/K - it's ok if you don't.

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