maybe in the morning
you and mooz are both
crochety and cantankerous
old man, old girl cat
how it is
this is how it is
if this is how it is, then
I don't know nothin'
a whack of lightyears
distance to the moon
let us sit in this much space
keep our bodies close
earlier today...
seagulls fly in vees
got no sense of direction
just flying that way
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