fleeting visions

By eyeGillian

the song of the cat

Maybe it's the cold mornings, or the wind under the eaves.
Maybe early sunsets or the falling of the leaves.
Outdoors was oh so yesterday, today I take my ease,
and if the sunny patch is on your bed, too bad -- I can do what I please!

I'm a cat, how about that --
I can relax at the drop of a hat!

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