A Stormy Day

 

The addictive smell of rain
fills the air,
as wet drops fall
from the grey stormy skies.

 

Inside, warm and cosy,
cocooned in a blanket,
with fluffy warm socks.

 

Turning the soft pages,
the words come alive.
Being dragged away from reality,
lost in a land that’s unknown.

 

A black ball curled up beside you,
breathing rhythmically
sleeping peacefully.

 

The calming sound
of pit-pat pit-pat.
With the soothing warmth
from the hot brown drink

 

It’s peaceful. It’s warm,
relaxing and cosy.
This is a stormy day.

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Our Kind

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a few truly do care about our kind.
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the highest honours, and treated as if
we were royalty. But now we live in
the shadows. Finding sanctuary in a
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