A long sleep, deep, till six.
Up in the dark, to the toilet, a necessity,
look at the watch
six.
The bells of Saint Martins outside
six
It is pitch black outside
Sunrise at seven fifty.
No work today, and it is cold
Back to bed.
There is no reason to mess about in the cold and the dark.
The cat is on the stone floor looking for attention, preening
reach down and stroke the head
then it is on the lap
Stroke it's back.
then it gets bored, jumps down
Now back to bed.
Until nine.
That is six on its head.
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