prittle prattle, prittle prattle

On the roof top above

Creates the sensation of a drowsy membrane

Or maybe it

tittle tattles, tittle tattles

As it hits the window

and waters the flowers on my window pane

My cat

purr, purr, purrs

Demanding my attention

Biting the pen I use to write

Meowing at me all the same


in and out, in and out

My eyelids grow heavy

Perhaps ill sleep while it rains

Katie Rose Waechter


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