Gentle hands lift me up,
Whisper sweet things
You think I can't hear.

Plunge me down
Into the soft black,
Half bury me.

Sweet things once again
Now you give me a drink
And pat around me.

I don't know much
About windowsill life
But I'm sure I'll grow to like it here.

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