Chuyện mèo

Bà Tám did laundry.
I hopped in,
my favorite spot,
soft, warm, fresh, tender and loving.

She closed the basket
with another basket.
“I was lovingly trapped.”
In my loving castle.

I looked at her,
cried a sad meow.
She lifted the cover.

I was free,
touched another soft fuzzy carpet
before I ran.

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