The sun rises into the sky,
chasing the sleepy from my eyes.
I take a moment in my head,
to say prayers while in my bed.
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hanging on the window screen to be in or out or in between a cat knows best what to do to keep you in a constant stew s
I pulled myself right into this poem, because I have three cats of my own, any poems about cats is for me. cheers Sylvie