Flesh and Fur

She meows incessantly
Her chiseled black Egyptian face
Amuses no one;
Cold, still air starts to move about
As the people stir,
Lights flick on
A forced start, a familiar aroma wafts
Heat livens the air
Volcanic fruits, earthy
Like a women’s deep, smokey jazz voice
Infiltrating the day as if
The sun peeked up from nowhere
Her whiskers stop twitching
And her tongue circles her whole mouth
Relishing every moist crumb of turkey pate’
Dutifully, and annoyingly
She weaves in and out of your feet
Testing your mood, agility, loyalty
You realize the gift
That is both flesh, and fur
The heartbeat of a new day

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