I look west and I think of your. I look west and see the sun set, pink fluffy clouds, orange skies, and the lone tree silhouetted by the darkening sky. I look to the west and I dream of better days, sadness forgotten, hope restored, and life anew. I look to the sky to energize my soul and my depth.
Thanks
Friday, July 24, 2015
Saturday, July 11, 2015
We know the Kitty
Once upon a Time there was a cat, not a particularly great looking cat but a nice and decent cat. He was a tuxedo kitty with no name, so crossing the desert with him was out of the question. He needed a name, Tuxie was out, as was Tuz, so it had to be Louie. And we say oui, oui to Louie!
Out in the yard out in the grass was Louie and his mom, lounging, laying, and playing. "Meeew," said Louie, he was a quiet and small one but he was patient and kind like any good kitty could be.
Down the driveway we went with Louie, checking the mail, walking to the water, wading in the water I went but not Louie! No, no not Louie, he was quite content to be a dry and dirty kitty, rolling in the dirt and the leaves. So, off to tomorrow, and off to the park we went with Louie.
Out in the yard out in the grass was Louie and his mom, lounging, laying, and playing. "Meeew," said Louie, he was a quiet and small one but he was patient and kind like any good kitty could be.
Down the driveway we went with Louie, checking the mail, walking to the water, wading in the water I went but not Louie! No, no not Louie, he was quite content to be a dry and dirty kitty, rolling in the dirt and the leaves. So, off to tomorrow, and off to the park we went with Louie.
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