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Coffee Kitty
Kitty laying in the sun,
toasted like a little bun,
I’ll open the door, she’ll run,
stepping out—no longer one,
reach below to scratch her neck,
then sit down on rotten deck—
this place, truly, it’s a wreck—
what time is it? let me check;
half-past eight; she paws my feet,
‘Coffee Kitty, soft and sweet,
let’s take a walk down the street,
we’ll waltz to cardinal tweets’.
She tries to leap to my knees,
but I get up, turn my keys,
my bare feet pet grass with ease;
between the trees—golden breeze,
no visage could greater please,
Under sky like open seas—
Kitty and me, walking free,
I’m not alone, nor is she.
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