Aluminum Moon
I feel the warmth
of my orange cat at my feet;
the aluminum moon,
at last, has gone to bed,
but drowsy dawn
still yawns from far away;
now a languid breeze
is a spider web on my nape,
and swept by fatigue,
I start dreaming it is morning!
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