Placed on the table
a pretty cup in sunlight;
steams and smells lovely.
Sigh.
And then everyone woke up and wanted breakfast.
And here's Harri's effort.
Running towards me,
a giant black cloud of fluff,
sits and smiles, wagging.
Oh Schnitzel. You bring so much joy to our lives.
And hair. And poo. And bad smells. And things to roll in.
Good thing you're cute.
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