Sprinkled Cinnamon
The smell of green grass after rain
A silky texture was added to the moisturized air gently touching my skin
Listening to a Bossa Nova and the calming waves
Espresso with a little whipped cream
Cinnamon is sprinkled on top
My dear cat Jemima, meowed
That was her reply to my sneeze
“That music isn't your taste!
What’s the matter with you?”
Someone said over there
“Is that right? Thank you for telling me.”
He might know who I am more than me.
Copyright © Felicia Jarvis | Year Posted 2018
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