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Poem: “Sunday Morning”
Sunday Morning
The cat looks at
The world outside its window
The grass looks good for stalking in
For hiding till ready to pounce at dragonflies and mice
Tall brown trunks with green tops that flutter
Seem so delightful for climbing
Flying feathered creatures and small furry scuttling things
Look playful and maybe tasty too
The cat’s tail twitches and wags as it watches and dreams
Till the car full of people comes back
Cat greets them with purrs
And is finally given breakfast
The family is loud, talking of sermons
Other worlds outside their windows
Michele Marie
