It slips by slow, soft as silk,
Languid day of laziness.

Solar heat,
Toasty as scorched sand-bed,
Caresses skin.

Sun's kiss cools,
Under ethereal finger-strokes,
Wafting by.

Like cats, curled careless,
Swinging slowly in breeze's breath,
Savoring freedom.

Worry-less, content,
Time trickles on by.