Wednesday, November 12, 2014

11/12


Slept in and read through the morning,
A morning of mists and grayness
And warm blankets.

Cats snuggle and dogs sleep, then 
Friends come to plink at the back board.
I shot well.

Another evening with hours to spend,
Mostly okay alone but feel I am waiting,
But for what.

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