Crisp sheets and clean clothes,
Were around her, as she dozes,
The morning spent in cleaning,
And, then she was preening.
This quietness fleeting,
As soon she will be greeting,
Little legs bringing in,
From the park they’d been.
For the few moments of joy,
The freedom, she will enjoy,
Cleanliness and convenience,
Are opposite in essence.
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