First I get quite warmed up
Sitting in the sunny air
My morning ablution
Wiping away my spidery dreams
Then the cat in the shady chair
And I switch places where
In the warmth she thoroughly
Brushes her silvery hair
Then quietly falls asleep while I
Grow more attentive and awake
Waiting and watching for a woman
Who at this hour sometimes passes by
My tangled yard on her morning walk
But usually I just catch a glimpse
Of her purple shawl as she breezes past
Her eyes hidden her smile uncertain
That once bestowed the world on me
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