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Everything Comes to Those Who Wait
I lay quietly,
eyes closed, waiting.
I can sense it
just beyond my outstretched paw.
Soon it will come
warm and soft, to caress my fur.
It moves across me
quietly wrapping me in warmth.
Touching my face,
stroking my tummy.
Isn't it wonderful?
Everything comes to those who wait.
Sleep
Glorious sleep,
meant to be cherished.
Dark comfort,
filled with dreams.
Hold it close,
savour every moment.
Oh, I have to wake up,
I'm late for my nap.
The Tail
I can feel it,
hovering behind me.
It is waiting,
patiently.
I pretend to relax,
it pounces.
It attacks my ears first,
I twist and swipe at it.
I roll off the chair,
the chase is on.
Up on the bed,
I grapple with it.
We break apart,
each waiting.
We declare a truce,
until the next time.
Spring
The wind tickles my whiskers,
strokes my fur.
Can you feel it?
It is fresh.
It swirls around me,
with renewed vigor.
Can you hear it?
It is alive.
It dances past,
crackling with energy.
Can you smell it?
It is Spring.
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