In the utter darkness the fine piping of birds begins another dawn.

The insistent cat pushes between my fingers and the open page.

There is a meaning in the poise of my face and pen before the page,

But the cat has no knowledge of it.

She pushes her whole black purring self across my face.

Her paws step softly on the paper.

She thrusts her head against the moving p...

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