No thanks, I said,
I have to be up early tomorrow.
You ask why,
half amused.
To watch the sun rise.
You laugh—
You have to?
as if waking before dawn
were some sacred duty.
Someone must.
I haven’t heard from anyone else,
and the sun shouldn’t rise alone.
It’s his day, after all.
Wouldn’t it be ungrateful
if no one showed up?
You shake your head,
a soft smile forming.
But I think you understand.
The Truth About Tigers 
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