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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