Afternoon Sitting

The grass is healthy,
with the fragrance of green.
The sun is setting,
but can still be seen.
Two shinny labs,
pout through our gate.
As they watch a white rabbit,
in the garden gaining weight.
Pitter patter on the patio,
as a barefoot baby gallops by.
Singing of baby nonsense,
of what, I know not...
but surely why.
Shifting cubes in my sweet tea,
remind me of the heat.
As my old gentle cat,
draws figure eights around my feet.
Off in the distance,
velvet birds can be heard.
As I rest here in my solitude,
which I illustrate with words.

By: Kate Cloud