She eats aplenty, plays, and sleep
My cat does nothing more, hereon
Dozes well, adept at count'ng sheep
Wakes to stretch, mouth a gaping yawn
She stands up, bends, and turns a some
Lays back asleep --to no avail
Naps last, until the day is done
Come night-time, a different tale
© daniel miltz
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