The Cat in Cold Weather
Witless and dull, I curl up in the hut I love,
laughing that my laziness is so much like yours.
A cramped room all smoky—what rat would live here?
My poor kitchen grown cold—you'll find no fish there!
Through the long night on the quilt corner you share my sleep,
in midday warmth sit with me by the brazier's side.
And now you're off yowling for your lady love—
silhouetting the plum by the eaves next door, a moon just coming up.
laughing that my laziness is so much like yours.
A cramped room all smoky—what rat would live here?
My poor kitchen grown cold—you'll find no fish there!
Through the long night on the quilt corner you share my sleep,
in midday warmth sit with me by the brazier's side.
And now you're off yowling for your lady love—
silhouetting the plum by the eaves next door, a moon just coming up.
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