Your cat, an urban stand-in
For a crowing rooster, Bats your glasses
From the nightstand
To the floor.
And just in case
The message
Hasn't reached you,
She makes her way
Imperiously
Across your body
Plops down
On your pillow
And loudly purrs
Directly in your ear.
You stretch,
Recalling that there are
Worse ways
To be awakened.
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