4 am is the catting hour.
she stretches and watches
two little bodies pad away,
two little bodies pad away,
happy to have roused her.
fluttering eyelids register the clock,
her mind grasps at wisps of dreams
and a peaceful warmth spreads
from the tips of her toes
to the top of her head
and she rolls out of bed.
fluttering eyelids register the clock,
her mind grasps at wisps of dreams
and a peaceful warmth spreads
from the tips of her toes
to the top of her head
and she rolls out of bed.
but, first, she smiles.
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