Sunlight filters down, Piercing through fluffy white clouds The golden rays are comfortably warm, Wrapping the earth in their embrace
Some days, I want to shrink in on myself, To become nothing, A monster, And forget everything
Our old cat tree was getting a bit ragged (as is very possible with four kitties shredding it up every day), so we decided to buy a new one. Here it is!
Within a broken mind, The shrill cries of cicadas echo Against crumbling ivory bone The cicadas keep crooning, Even in the desolate spaces Where only silence exists Can you hear them?
Squirrels dart around The towering oak tree, Scrounging for bits of food I watch them, a small smile Resting on my face As I bask in another beautiful day