She squats, a noiseless, brilliant sphinx
And thinks with drowses, yawns, and purr
She turns upward, gives her full think
Grinning into her soft fur
I put down my book and see her
O' as she brushes it pretty
With delicate tongue, she prefer
Tail held high -'My Serenity'
© daniel miltz
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