To come when called
And explain this mistake
She says I’ve made a mess of it
But what else is new
She’d rather chew her biscuit
Little hard animal shapes
She bites and snaps
While I devour my cereal
The music of the morning
Which we often eat outdoors
Awaiting that marauding neighbor’s cat
Who comes to steal the leftovers
While the drama of another day
Spreads out in the sun before us
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