Morning Coffee, Cat Poop, and a New Journey
I open my eyes, drink my coffee,
And exchange a glance with the cat.
I also breathe in the fresh air,
Along with the air of cleaning up cat poop.
The cat I chose,
Whether it runs away or stays in my arms,
We each go our own way.
I no longer hold you back.
I have already swallowed the memories.
Even if you leave, I will not cry.
Just as we met again because we needed each other,
If needed someday, we shall meet again.
The smell of cat poop and urine in the restroom.
Blaming myself is only just beginning.
Like the Lord, the shepherd to you, my new baby cat,
I guide you and we set off on our journey once more.
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