A Long Weekend
under the blue yonder of sky
a few stars glowing the coming dark
I can still see my way around
for a last drizzle from the pup
as the cat nocturnal woke up
to wonder the night
driving back to the city tomorrow
I embrace my welcoming bed to dream
the lure of lore and a galore of snore
frogs croaking the lake on lily pads
as every thing must end until morning
Copyright © Catherine Labeau | Year Posted 2015
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