Another dollar, another day.
Wondering what I will write,
Wondering what it is I should say,
and why I could not sleep last night.
Why did the cat need to sit on my lap?
Then wander around left and right?
Why could she not, just settle right down.
And leave me with freedom to write.
I love her so dearly,
but writing so clearly,
is not easy,
when she keeps taking flight.
So I have to say, kitty,
You are very pretty,
But I need to focus - all right?
Then I stroke her, and hold her
She knows once I've told her,
that everything' completely alright.
I hold her close.
For a while.
I smile.
She purrs.
I tickle her ears.
She snuggles down tight.
And then I can write.
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