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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