Poem, Cat, Food, What Sleep?

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These Damp Insights
June 2, 2024

rising sun, greeted by a small calico doom
achieves grace before small ivory tinted porcelain
soft reflection over cat’s shoulder intimating
a time of ten microwaved seconds has arrived
in a measure of morning which matters not
when counted by hour, whose handfast dawn
lays ribbon to tree, to cat, to human foot
gently bitten – get up, get up, get up –

for it is the time of warm wet food

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