2:26 a.m. It's dark and I'm awake.
The cat runs by and with my sleepy eyes he apears to be a ghost cat,
he is gray like the night
a slinking shadow cat.
The wind is howling like a banchee. And I am so envious of those asleep.
My thoughts wander and are unclear,
I do not know what brought me here.
waking at this quiet hour.
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