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I am sitting in a café by the street
I am scene watching
People coming to and fro
Coats and hats on
Scarves around necks
It’s cold outside
Winter

Seeing what is going on outside
Watching the people inside
Sipping coffee
Eating breakfast
Smiling and laughing

People from all over
Different languages in the air
Baked goods on display
Like valuable jewels

Trees full of oranges decorate
Fountains nearby against pink
Crisp day
Sun brightly shining

I am scene watching
She’s been with us for 2 years
She was born on the street
Separated from her mother
Way too soon
She asked for help
We rescued her
She’s a white ball of fluff
She’s our cat
Absolutely beautiful
Stunning
When she first came
She was starving
Ate like she never had
Her tail looks raccoon like
She has piercing green eyes
Sometimes they look deep blue
She talks all the time
Has learned quite a few words
Is mischievous and curious
She’s my angel pie
Her name is Luckee
That’s a very long story
These days she’s around more than not
Following us around
Or just hanging out
She loves her toys
And to play
At night when we exercise
She sits up on a table
Watching
Overseeing
In the morning
She expects to be greeted
With a good morning
Every day she has her treats
Before eating, she smiles
She’s part of us now

She’s my angel pie
I’ve got the Monday blues
Weekends over
Time to go back to work
No more fun
No more sleeping in

I’ve got the Monday blues
Time to focus
Time to work hard
Time to get things done

I’ve got the Monday blues
No more sleepyhead
No more relaxing
Time to work
Time to get things done

I’ve got the Monday blues
Yearning for another weekend
There’s still darkness outside
With hint of light appearing
It’s still early
Traffic starts moving
Towards their destinations
Ever so slowly
The morning is just beginning
Empty roads in places
Full morning has not yet started
As 7am approaches,
A golden ball can be seen in the sky
The sun is rising
It’s a glorious sight
Another morning has arrived
As the city starts to get up once again
The beginning of a new day
Time to start
Life is precious
It’s fragile
Like a wisp of air
Whether a leaf
Or a tiger
Or a human being
It’s delicate
It may appear strong
Perhaps invincible
But underneath
It’s fragile
It’s precious
Valuable
Beyond words
Or material things
There’s no amount
That matches it
For everything
Is unique unto itself
Each has a purpose
Each needs to be treasured
For what it is
Life
Precious
We’ve all known them
Many of us personally
Perhaps at work
Or in our lives
Or in our dreams
They can be harsh
Or cruel
Devoid of much humanity
They seem to get energy from others
Monsters
We hide from them
Run from them
Hoping they will leave
Or not exist
Yet they do
As long as we tolerate them
They will
Yet we know
In the end
Love triumphs evil
Kindness over cruelty
Light over darkness
Let’s spread more love
And light
Each and every day
You are the love of my soul
My true hope
My inspiration
The glimmer of the stars
Light in the darkness

You are the love of my soul

My impossible dream
My Prince
The most perfect part of me
My best

You are the love of my soul
The sun and moon
You are everything right with the world

You are the love of my soul
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