Poetry Challenge Day 263 (Fri Jun 24)
I sit alone on the deck
drinking a bottled water
(which I rarely do)
reading a book of poetry
(a very good one)
wishing I too could write poetry.
The cat lies on the chair next to me
a loyal follower.
At least I have one.
Not that I am seeking followers
but the idea is a fascinating one.
When I think about that
I realize it would not be such a good thing
(to have followers)
too much responsibility,
not enough time to sit with the cat
and read good poetry.