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Posted by MFish

I awoke with a start,
as I heard my name,
but it was the wind,
blowing rain against the window pane.
Remained in bed, so did I,
as the wind made a noise,
like a small child's, sad cry.
Arising from bed; up this time,
looked out the window glass,
seeing the noise maker, who
made another most mournful mew.

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