The mist flooded the dawn-lit land
As the cat took up her lofty perch
On the flat roof of the school room
Beside the lightning-struck birch.
She flicked her tail thoughtfully,
Lazily swiped at a passing fly.
A sparrow trilled a warning song
And the moon still hung in the sky.
The cat stretched out a toothy yawn
And closed its heavy eyes to dream
Of kittens, mice and balls of twine,
Of home's warm aga and saucer of cream.
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