When I Am Awake

In the middle of the night

Izzy the cat sits and meows at me;

she sounds like I feel.

I make soothsome noises;

she keeps calling, wants me to

open the front door

even though there is a fine cat door

she uses when the sun is up;

at night she demands concierge service and

Cries until I obey

or go to bed.

About Karen To and Fro

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