In the summer everything is shaded
but in the winter sunlight floods
the inside of the house even as
the sun steps away as if it would
run shouting down the alley
but instead it calmly returns
growing more obstreperous and
in-your-face every day until everything
has to be shut and covered up again
back and forth it paces in a year
and we poor drifters are subject
to its moods and ruins its feline
accomplishments and doggerel tunes
deciding what to do with us
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