Monday morning blues.
With fresh snow they choose to snooze.
Dreaming spring might come.
My senior cat is full of grace.
It’s in her smile.
It’s on her face.
She’s made her peace with days gone wrong.
It’s in her purrs.
Each one a song.
Winter’s white is quite the fright as we look out the door.
I’ve had had the flu. That made us blue.
I just can’t take much more!
Seniors rule the roost.
Sitting tall surveying all.
Wise beyond their years.
Friday’s are my treat.
And when there’s sun, life’s so sweet.
Lift your head and smile.
Beauty blooms with age.
Light shines bright on senior girls.
Morning glories all.
Oh, to be a cat!
To sleep in sun, play, get fat.
Stress, an afterthought.