Face ing the Monring

I wake from my sleep,

and I don't make a peep.


Because beside me she is there,

Sleeping without a care.


She must not wake

or her rest I will take,


leaving her weary.

But then she will be cheery


for waking up to me

and so would I be


If I woke to her

hearing her purr.


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