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A Blessed Day
The stillness of me and you
on this lazy sunday
fills my heart.
The only sounds
the occasional licking of a furry paw
to go with a silent stretch and yawn
or the ever so soft clank, clank of metal id tags as they sway
on a trip for food.
Ears perk up
at every noise from outside
such unwelcome intrusions
causing quick glances from you to me,
for reassurance that no one is coming in.
While I read poetry
snuggled under a warm blanket
sipping soothing cold water,
you might reach a slow and gentle
paw in my face
letting me know of your presence
with an intent stare
or rub of your head on my head.
of the blessing
of this day
negating the fact that much work looms for tomorrow
errands were left undone
and the threat of rain haunts the sky.