on the keyboard
a fluffy bullet is dozing
it is mewing and it is humming
tired out after constant
walks, didn't withstand
the sleep was stronger
only first rays
woke the prankster up.
is rolling balls of wool now
and is playing with nuts.
and for half a night,
it will be examining a dark world
from some roof
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