Outside my window, the grass harp plays
A grayish green hangs over everything
I've seen this before; it means rain
The "harp" is the rustling wind in the trees.
Capote said that.
Our cat lies curled up
Asleep
And a nap sounds like a plan and a half!
Afternoon is slipping on her evening gown
My pillow holds my head in it's folds
And the grass harp rocks me to sleep
Does it get any better than that?
--CES (C) 2014.
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