Poem: “Nap time”

Ah, Mondays. Least it’s a warm Monday!

Nap time

The wind blows soft through my window

I can feel the heat of the day outside

so seductive, so smooth

like the down of a baby duckling

like a kitty-cat

like my bed that I’m laying on right now

so familiar, so right

I sniff at my blue-green comforter,

and it smells like sunshine

Like nap time

Oh yes, like nap time

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