Turning to day, that which was night.
A velvet paw placed on your head.
Requests you to please get out of bed.
As she tries to pull the covers down,
You peek out from under, with a small frown.
"It's only 4:30 you silly girl!"
And she gives you a cry, and turns with a whirl.
And like a strong hunter, she jumps at your feet,
As you move your toes slightly, under the sheet.
"It's time to get up!" she cries.