Lap-sphinx, you stare at me with half-lidded eyes
that burn with the fury of stars,
gossamer whiskers tremble, and tiny teeth
white as winter, dagger-sharp are bared
in a feline yawn,
heavy lids close again, and your face
settles into wary sleep.
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