"In the Evening" by Me

In the Evening. . . 

Sitting down,

I look into the eyes

Of my cat who's perched on the mound

Of books and others likewise

the room is not very clean

but the setting sun through the windows makes it serene 

In the evenings I write,

diving into a different world for an hour or two.

As I create, ideas take flight, 

I work to write something true.  

My green-eyed girl

comes down from the desk

to hop in my lap to flop down and curl.  

Stopping for a second, I look out into the encroaching blue,

at the sun and fog and clouds, 

and wonder how anyone would get anything done with such a view.

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