Morning Ritual
She approaches from the left,
her kitty ears twitching,
her paws tentatively moving forward.
She’s just not getting what I’m doing
with this glowing box on my lap.
She sits on my arm.
I feel her purring while I type.
Now, that she’s comfortable
and this poem of sorts is done,
I hate to disturb her,
but my arm’s falling asleep.
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