Morning Meowing
The young woman's awake,
still sleep in her eyes.
For she was awoken,
at quarter to five.
This poem made possible,
by Calli's shrill cries.
Though this utter lack of sleep,
might lead to her demise.
~This poem is dedicated,
to my 8 week old kitten Calli.
I am surely not thanking her
for it ----- not yet anyways.
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