Tuesday’s lamb is full of grace.
Just see that smile upon her face.
She shadows me.
I shadow her.
How can I not?
I love that fur.
April blizzards do hurt my gizzard.
And sure can make you blue.
Please make it stop.
I’m over the top!
Could this be spring time flu?
Did I miss spring?
I so rarely forget.
Still with snow on it’s way,
we’re getting more than just wet.
Perhaps I should dream of those springs long ago,
when we never had to worry about frostbite on our toes.
Think we need to see some pink.
That snow is making spirits sink.
And all that ice! It isn’t nice.
So when will it melt? Let’s roll the dice.
Mondays are one special gift for this sweet senior gal.
She always smiles for quite a while when she first sees her pal.
I see such grace upon each face.
Some always get along.
They sing with purrs, in snores, the cure!
Peace, such a blessed 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!