I sit in my coffee box.
I wait.
The suns are coming.
Mom tells me they are.
It's just that I'm tired of being cold.
I know. The furs are long.
Not enough for me.
I want to be out.
In the back yard.
Sitting in the sun.
Until it arrives,
I will look at Mom.
She says she knows what I mean.
Waiting,
Meredith Ann
and those other fur balls
and the little white dog
and her barking friend.
~ ~ ~
I wait.
The suns are coming.
Mom tells me they are.
It's just that I'm tired of being cold.
I know. The furs are long.
Not enough for me.
I want to be out.
In the back yard.
Sitting in the sun.
Until it arrives,
I will look at Mom.
She says she knows what I mean.
Waiting,
Meredith Ann
and those other fur balls
and the little white dog
and her barking friend.
~ ~ ~
6 comments:
Poor Meredith Ann!! I have to agree with her that the winter is far too cold for comfort!!!
And i do my best to please!
The sun will return, really! And at least you're not in the path of that blizzard!
That is such a pretty photo of you Meredith Ann!
52 days of waiting, Meredith Ann, at least until the official start of spring. It seems like a long, long wait.
Doesn't she follow the sun around the house?? We had a very sunny day..tomorrow as well, I think..
My Toby played a trick on me. He rushed out the door when I let the dogs out. He knows he isn't supposed to do that. We have a foot of snow on the ground here. Anyway, I played a trick on back Toby. I left him outside for 15 minutes. He was yowling to come back inside out of the snow. No more tricks, Toby.
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