Meowings.

The Sun shines on your spot.
You awake to shift to a cooler place.
In deep slumber you fall.
The world doesn’t really matter.

The fan blows a gentle breeze.
You twitch your paws.
In the cool wind you purr.
The world doesn’t really matter.

The music I play loud but soothes.
You hear it as your ears move to the sound.
In your sleep, you dream.
The world doesn’t matter.

The world doesn’t matter.
With your eyes shut
your tiny body rises and falls
to the beat of my music.

The world doesn’t matter.
With a sudden scare,
your tiny body shakes and moves
to find its only a nightmare.

The world doesn’t matter.
Opening your sleepy eyes and a gigantic yawn.
you are hungry. 
and just so suddenly,
the world matters.

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