The Perfect Day

It was a balmy day in March Twinkle lights were in the gnarled oak Faeries probably, the cats figured it out first Morey and Moriah, brother and sister There was a heavenly look about the horizon She gleamed in lavenders and pale blues I thought I saw a few stars, odd for this time of day It is magic, the grass whispered, everything felt mystical. I had brought a book, but nothing felt as good as gazing. Morey, Moriah and I stared at the beauty of the day. I had a cell phone, but did not take a photo. They are always a disappointment compared to the real deal. It was the perfect day A day I could remember until the end of my life I hoped that I would. For I felt cherished and loved.