Wednesday 12 December 2018

the cat from dawn to dusk

the cat from dawn to dusk

the dawn goes patting the cat to sleep,
ears alert to the music of the night;
as the last breezed leaf of fall falls,
upon a big breath sinks her head,
to dream-twitch of mice and fright;
until dusk creeps slowly out of bed,
and the slinks of night return
her calls with calls.

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