Awakening, supple like a saturated tigress
shredding the sleep off in a little paw-dance
I reach for the loft, waving all four paws
Otherwise: Do I do what I do so often?
Oh yes, being me I certainly am me
so I edge towards you, who is still deep in sleep
Not planning anything, but doing it
a fire cracker couldn't wake you more thoroughly
alert is not the word, but I savor your attention
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-10-24 07:51:04
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