Oh for fingertips
and a fat-lipped smile
my cat, my self,
the bed, and I
With mischief, wit,
and knavery
my half-waked state she
plagues to taunt me
Acute aware
of my lament,
(Of dormant time
too quickly spent)
She looks at me
askance to say,
"Haven't you had
enough sleep today?"
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