Thanking Her Senses 

The furnace having done its job

Basks now, contentedly 

The boy asleep at daybreak’s glow 

Breathes rhythmic, calming me

The feline drowned in blanket rolls

Purrs more, despite her cool 

The dawn as pleased as she can be

Sits smiling, rosy fool

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