This Morning, Will You Not Awake?
Days pass, years vanish, and we walk sightless among miracles.
Wednesday, December 16, 2015
A CAT SANDWICH
The dog is snuggled up against my side onto of the bed.
She settles down with just the lower half of her body against me.
Then the cat slips in underneath the covers between the two of us.
And happily goes to sleep for as long as she can.
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