I like the warmth of sun, But light of moon. Sunset but not sunrise.
Times separated by sleep...
And city rush! Mystery! Excitement!
...yet calmness of last hours... Daylight makes me squint. Yaaaawn...how perfect?
Makes me want to purr...purrr...
With a lazy swoosh of tail
I am told tales that only those, Who lived the day, can tell.
To me, who pretends to listen,
Understand while liking Warmth of vibrant gold yet more Shimmer of the silver eve.
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