But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams - Yeats
The cat (24 Oct. 14)
The sleeping cat
Is all a-twitch
He's counting sheep
Or chasing bunnies.
But cats can't count
Or perhaps they can
And keep it secret
To fool the likes of me
Who think they can't.
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