Seems like a lot of labour. I
Usually have a lot to say about
The Fool’s work of April. Joe
On the other hand (mine, in
This case) needs no occasion
To rest. Everything’s a pillow,
Sleep a welcomed guest; napping
Not so much an activity as
A place. Perhaps there is
Poetry in a cat’s attitude. Perhaps
The best rhymes are those
Of gratitude.
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