Finally a rain storm,
turns the dry cracked ground to mud...

Dancing fireflies.
My memories of childhood...

Afternoon sun,
rays of light, through the blinds...

Watching my shadow,
as it follows behind me...

Drifting off to sleep,
snug under my warm covers...

Two cats together,
becoming one fuzzy ball...

Each night a changed moon,
a different face to view earth...

No leaves on the trees.
Nothing growing, all is dead...

An abandoned toy,
laying on it's side, nose gone...

This man I love is really funny,
I laugh all day, till my nose is runny...

When my work is really dead,
I'd like to shoot me in the head...

Misty girl is exceedingly sweet,
she nearly takes ninety baths a week...