Listen, Bia, in the cozy house we know,
where time just stays outside,
letting moments freely flow.
There's a scent of milk, and of furry lazy cats,
in two rocking chairs, our grandparents
are deeply dreaming about cats.
In a woven basket, deep asleep,
are four fluffy balls of fur and...
as the whiskers never sleep,
their restless whiskers twitch.
Evening falls, Sandman spells on eyes,
Only Mother Sheba and pendulum's sleepless gaze,
Guard upon the kittens' sweetest dreams.
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