out across the grass. One to envy.
Sprawled beneath the mid day blaze.
Tender belly tickled, fur perturbed,
by the gentlest of breezes.
Whiskers twitch, a soothing sigh,
while tall grass bends and rustles.
The wind draws long thin threads of cotton,
strands of woven water,
across the yawning broad blue sky.
Reflections waltzing slowly past
the mirror drawn between two shores.
Tugged towards the earth, the sun
resists, then relinquishes the day,
and crickets sing their song
under the gleam of starry skies.
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