The crisp air cooled my fingertips.
I stopped underneath the yellow leafed tree.
My mind was racing unable to be contained.
That is when the tear drops started.
The clouds rolled in laughing at me.
As I clenched my hands in my pockets seeking warmth
I found myself cleansed by the falling rain.
On the walk home I found a lonely solace.
My heart will always love
even if I am not loved.
Hot Cocoa
Hot Coffee
Hot Cider
Hot Chocolate
Hot Toddy
Hot Water
Hot Tea
Any Hot beverage
on a cold winter morning
is good with me!
We all complain.
The heat is too hot!
The weather is too nice to be stuck inside
especially if you are at work!
Then the mornings get cold.
The air begins to crisp up.
Layers are needing to be donned.
I don’t want the s n o w to come.
All complaining aside
the seasons continue to change
and the this is the life we live!
My life is on constant repeat.
The sentences are said over and over again.
Variation seems impossible.
Some days coffee is the only joy.
Wet nose pressed against my face
Paws scratching at the blankets
Wake up human!
I’m hungry!
Give me love!
Play with me!
Oh yeah, Scritches!
I look at the clock and sigh.
Only 2 hours before my alarm would go off.
Except now I have a new furry one!
I turn of the manual alarm
then get up and go feed the cats.
The Weather is cooling
The droplets steadily come down
I listen as it soothes me
Today is a day for warm blankets
A cup of hot steeped tea
Balls of yarn to knit with
and the cats curled up beside me
Nothing strikes me
as this is it!
I shall write about the… cats?
Or perhaps the energetic child?
Chase the catnip!
The stomach is churning.
Not a good sign!
Still want to write!
Where is my epic poem!
Perhaps my muse will find me later?!
The smell of a cat lady.
It assaults the noses
of those who don’t understand.
The acceptance of the fur covered clothes.
The tired yet happy, serene expression.
The ability to spot a cute animal anywhere.
It is merely one more thing
the more extreme cat lover embraces,
Me, I need more Febreeze!
A friend is more than just precious
They can be the rock beneath your feet.
I have learned far too late that the true ones
will always be there for you.
But that only makes them more precious!
This society demands I pay.
My finances are tight.
Can I not trade services
in some other form
for the same amount
in the desired dollars?
Oh to go back to bartering!
Excuse me can I give you
three chickens
for your cow?
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