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Hot Night, Cold Milk

Hot Night, Cold Milk The night was hot, I couldn't fall asleep and so I rose to get a glass of milk. I tiptoed past the cat who slept so sound and envied her the ease in which she slept. She woke and followed slippers down the hall. The milk I poured was for myself, alone. Her eyes a perfect glow, a begging plead convinced me that the milk was really hers-- (a half a cup and nothing more for me.) She lapped and lapped until was satisfied. And I, a sleepy dupe, hauled off to bed.

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Date: 9/14/2020 6:45:00 AM
A wonderful poem shared. Those cats know how to tell us, what they need.
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Carol Louise Moon
Date: 9/14/2020 6:47:00 AM
Thanks, John.
Date: 8/30/2020 3:21:00 PM
This is really sweet. Heck, I'm gonna fave it too like Kim did!!
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Carol Louise Moon
Date: 9/14/2020 6:48:00 AM
Thanks for the encouragement, Andrea.
Date: 8/28/2020 9:19:00 AM
I love this, Carol! A fave!
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Carol Louise Moon
Date: 8/28/2020 9:30:00 AM
Thanks so much for the encouragement, Kim. I'm sure glad I found this Poetry Soup community. God bless you, too. And I'll look forward to reading more of YOUR work.