The australian mist
I lay there in peace and slowly fall asleep
I devour mouse meat,purring like a baby drinking its milk.
I am a peace-maker, dream-taker.
I am a smile-inventor.
I watch and I think, am I a friend-maker?
I occupy Australia, silently in the distance.
My emerald eyes glistened in the moonlight.
While I flush my milk down, I feel in heaven
No one around.
I yearn for all the attention.
My ears stretch to its highest ,when I hear my friend’s voice.
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