Petting Jerome
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
On a clear Sunday morning
at the end of summer
I sit on my not-so-famous deck
to drink my morning decaf —
The cats are out around me
and the laps of the cutting waves
and occasional distant bird calls
grace my new? existence
which Eye have been questioning
of late
Morris Day with Jerome – https://youtu.be/YkDwIkwCmUc
You can thank me later 🙂
Eye thank you Chagall even in my sleep.
Don’t mention it. The pleasure was all mine.