Here is a Quatrain that is not a cat poem. :)
Ode to a Sleeping Baby
Your chest heaves rhythmically
Your eyelashes brush your cheek
Your lips tease a smile.
As if you wish to speak.
I reach out to touch you
In bed as you sleeping lay
Your eyes flutter open
And say, “please go away”.
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