meow
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Soft pink illuminations trickle through
The thread bare membrane of curtains
Dribbling light down the windows ledge
I have a cat named Willie
He has the nickname of Billy,
He loves to meow
It’s adorable, anyhow,
He has a bell on his collar
Which was just a dollar,
It’s 5AM
and you’re crying
(again).
You’ve climbed,
into my bed,
onto my chest.
You put that cute face in front of mine,
so close,
your whiskers poke
