Nirvana
Sitting on the porch
Seventy-two degrees.
Rooster crows.
Contented cat at my feet.
Dog silently chases squirrels
Favorite sandals
Feels like I am barefoot
Comfy nightie
Birds sing
Nirvana
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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