Sitting In the Sun Soaking Up Rays
I’m sitting in the sun, soaking up rays
This is one of those good old-fashioned days
Dog barks at tractor coming up the road
Cat fascinated by a small brown toad
The warm barely-breeze can hardly be felt
Dangling in the sun on end of God’s belt.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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