A Midday Bask

When the flagstones are

Warm in the garden, that's when

We can go to bask.

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I'll sprawl here, on stone,

You sprawl there, on wood, and we

Can listen for steps.

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If you prick your ears,

You can hear my rumbling; my

Happiness is loud.

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Your tail is swishing.

Are you restless? Are you glad

To be here with me?

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For now, let's forget

That our claws are sawed down, teeth

Blunted by disuse.

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I can imagine

That I am striped and dappled,

And quiet and huge.

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A fountain is a

Drinking hole. A finch is a

Kill to celebrate.

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The dachsunds next door

Will cower when they see us

On the garden wall.

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Don't mind the moths; mind

The rats in the compost heap,

Hearty as wild hares.

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Come evening, a door

Will open. You'll hear my name.

Is it what you thought?