It is the hymn of morning, the cat yowling for food.
Until I rise and feed her, she’ll sit here and she’ll brood.
It happens every Thursday and each day of the week.
She tells me the same story, “It’s nourishment I seek!”
It does no good to lie here and pretend I’m unaware.
She augments her protests, accompanied by that stare!
As I give up on sleeping, every cat and dog
joins in on her chorus. I cannot start my blog
until the whole menagerie has been duly fed
so they can cease their yammering and return to bed.
Then their silence forms a contrast— a peaceful interlude—
that leaves a space for words to fill, and that improves my mood!
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The prompt words today are Thursday, hymn, information and contrast. Here are the links: