Captain cat
asleep in the cabin with the warm sun
soft across the estuary of his dreams
the lull of the rocking tide’s flow
up and until the hills stand still
and
no more the no-more the clouds
but golden his dreams upon the opening
of the curtains as wide as a bay’s
time for remembering them all
ahoy there matey the shore well met
come my lads away for our teas
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