My restless cat keeps staring up
Annoyed at the empty chair
Where she often loves to sit
As if it's already occupied
By some invisible spirit
Only she can see
Who I have called
To visit me a creature
Of the sun that fills
And warms the seat
While I wait opposite
In chilly shade for it to say
How its light gets made
From love that's lived
On such another day
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