My toes are cold now
I pull them in closer and
warm them with my hands.

The cat snores softly
resting where he is right now
where I wish I was.

I wish I could sleep
But tonight I sleep out here
Where no warmth is mine.

The wildebeasts run
Across the great plains of grass
The cats play "lions."

A hole in my shirt.
No! Five holes in my new shirt!
Die, number thirteen!

Quiet you! I try
To keep the night away but
Your voice won't let me.

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