A cat yowls
in the early morning black
and does not stop.
I do not get up.
Some lack.
Some fear.
If it were day,
I think, and try to go back
to sleep.
The yowls do not stop.
I imagine an attack.
I do not get up.
I do not get up.
The yowls are almost human.
I do not get up.
When they stop,
I sleep until it’s not black.
I get up.
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