There is a black hair cat
There’s a black hair cat
that comes and lies with me
while I wait for you
and the sun
draws long lines
just before the dawn comes
The beautiful cat gets up
and stretches himself out
and I see you,
coming down the stairs
and I am happy
and you smile at me.
poem by Gert Strydom
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