I much prefer this nights at home
no stumbling on the wards the rain
tango on the
warm tin roof cats
alert to someone too forlorn after
midnight they make themselves
a
buttress pressed against the flanks
aligning their soft breathing lung to lung
this large bed alive with concentration
I am soothed to fall at first light off
against the odds and waking find
the pain has softened into fur
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