out on the long
couch that's in the sun.
sleep is in her eyes.
in her long
arms and legs.
her shoes are off, she's tired,
but she's not.
it's saturday
and there is no reason
to leave the house,
there is no one
to answer to.
it's just her in the sun.
languidly alone,
a contented cat
free of things to do.
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