Wednesday Cat-scade

Morning aspirations drown in dreams
Slumber moves to lighter climes, and
A cat sits on my face.

I try hard again to make a claim
And tell myself to rise up, yet
Morning aspirations drown in dreams.

The final days of magic rides
Last goodbyes in strange singing words
Slumber moves to lighter climes.

A painful voice reality makes, yet
Furry pussy is still furry pussy, and
A cat sits on my face.