Looking out the rain has finally come
Mocha and me watch it fall
Picchu scurries under the deck
My two cats safe and secure
No amount of loving can bring back what was
I start my day with renewed hope
Hope to win the lottery or write a good poem
or just be with my almond milk piping hot with
a cup of coffee
Just being is an art in itself
I listen to the leaves rattle
I hear the sing song of the radio
The whish of a hot shower
The whirl of the hair dryer
As being is a simple, yet complicated task
Oh, the door bell. Aya with my soup
I sit and chat while Mocha finds her
as wonderful as I do.
Another day starts
Goodness is bestowed
I salute her!
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