Sweet Kitchen Contentment
Boiling kettle a whistling,
an imitation of life.
Water and delicious tea,
bubbling hot, a sober joy.
Living in satisfaction
and sweet kitchen contentment.
Warm feet upon puppy’s back,
massaging toes gently squeeze.
Watching out my windowsill,
the warm sun slowly rising.
Safely within make-believe,
my world of golden pipe dreams.
My mind remains crystal clear,
my eyes a frozen topaz.
I am just living away,
and without the slightest clue.
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