Spiritual Guide

The Cat sits on the window sill.
Time of boredom is near.
The void of emptiness is never filled.
For friendship where there's a way there is a will.
Dreams can't die or be killed.
Hope, Love, Happiness, & Trust thrills.
Safe & warm indoors at home.
Outside on the road of chrome.
Sitting in the center of the room on a throne.
At the computer like a mindless drone.
Always texting & never talking on a phone.
At least the dog has a bone.
Quiet & friendless writing alone.
Relax in a bubble bath of foam.
In the evening creepy ghosts roam.

© Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved

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