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One lazy midmorn dreary, while I lay there bleak and bleary
Wistfully dreaming of danishes and coffee galore
Quietly I lay there, a few Z's snatching, when I hear a distinctive scratching
As of some one faintly unlatching, unlatching my bedroom door
'Its the dog' I sighed 'scratching at my bedroom door-
Wanting out and nothing more'

The relentlessly long night was nothing pleasant to remember
And the early morning light filtered in brightly across the floor
And brought forth sleepless sorrow, for all too fast it was the morrow
It crept too quickly to sow farrow - farrow to a brilliant day once more
Ah damn the day that shines radiant and clear and leaves me not a snore  
'Morning is here' I quietly swore

And then my flannel sheets did rustle, though I did not move I am certain
It stilled me and chilled me with a slight fear like nothing before
'Mia' I asked 'Dakota are you somehow cheating?
I was sleeping or trying to sleep when you scratched on the bedroom door
And I was not sure I heard you' - so I turned and looked at the door
But no one was there, so snuggled into the bed once more

Staring at the sunlight streaming, wishing dawn was not appearing,
Muttering, thinking curses no lady ever dared to speak before
When the silence was broken though not a word I had spoken
And the only sound was the rustle of flannel as it slowly slid to the floor
'What now' I muttered as I lay there cold, my sheets now on the barewood floor
Days like this I do abhor

I huddled beneath my pillow churning, wishing morning was not returning
When once again I heard the scratching, but much louder than before
I sat up looking around, beginning to wonder about my mental status
When my I eyes caught sight and made me wonder what had opened my bedroom door
T'was not the dogs or they'd be bounding through the room like rabid boars
Stomping all over me like always before

So I sat there with a shudder, my heart beginning to pound and flutter
As I heard the scratching so much closer than it had ever been before
Not a move I made as I wondered whether to run for dear life or stay
As I heard the meandering sounds creeping so stealthily, no longer on the floor
Something slowly climbing the bed as I wondered if I could hurry for the door
But I sat in fear doing nothing more

But my fear turned to panic as I yelled 'begone you beast or devil!'
When at once they came running, pouncing and attacking in revel
Their eyes all agleaming as they romped with feral scheming
As the light most revealing, unveiled calico kittens beaming
Writhing and diving in my flannel sheets they were teaming
And I laughed as I realized they had creept into my dreaming.