in dusty windows by the station,
my cat yawning scratching her ear.
she is almost grown up by now
no longer weeps when the noisy train passes by

she's chewing my toe in the early morning sun,
tickle away my sleep. I give her milk and cooked fish,
nothing else will do.

morning coffee reached its boiling point
summer heat is welling in
pour caffeine in these tired joints

whispering your name in different fonts