Poem for her 649

Dear Readers,


Tuesday


The rain had stopped and the sun was out
The birds were in the bird feeders
There was a bunny rabbit in the garden
The porch was cool and still dry
The swing was swaying
You'd pulled your feet up
The sound of things it's own music
I was cuddling with you
That Blonde tabby you are purring
The fall day was going to lead to stars
There was some astronomy event we wanted to see
The clouds moved off slowly
The night promised to kiss us
With fire lights from the sky
And a soft fire in the bedroom too
Even in the grate with the wood

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.