Friday Evening

May 10, 2024

The rain is strongly misting

There’s baseball on tv

A fourteen year old dog is sniffing

Around for food he can see

There’s a cat on the shoulder of the couch

Her eyes are narrow and close to sleep

The beer is cold to touch

The flavor is cherry wheat

The game is 3 to 1
We are in the lead

There’s writing to be done

So she types away at her keys

The inspiration isn’t there

But the compulsion to write breathes

It creates a dire need to act

A dire need to succeed.