Living the Aging Life

Sharon makes the best cold soup

that I have ever tasted.

I savored every zesty bite

and not a drop was wasted.

I send a lullaby  tonight to

 bless you as you sleep.

May this gentle lullaby of love

bring rest that’s soft and deep.

I read the news

and it all was bad.

Some heartbreaking.

All of it sad.

I read the news

and it choked my heart.

We need to start over.

We need a fresh start.

Those Rascally Rabbits are

Wrecking My Yard.

They’re digging up holes

in my lawn.

They frolic and prance.

They eat up my plants.

I do wish that they

were All Gone!

Life’s back to normal.

The “heat dome’s” gone.

The morning is chilly.

My furnace kicked on.

The bunnies are growing bigger and bigger.

They’ve lost their trim baby-bunny fig’re.

They get enough food ‘cause they’re eating my plants

(a most unfortunate circumstance).

But the streams are drying as the weather is hotter.

So, where are the bunnies getting their water?

Butterflies.  Rainbows.

Fairies in a ring.

Dancing elves.  Unicorns.

Things to make you sing.

The fog made it cool

for my daily mile.

My pace is slowing.

It takes awhile.

It’s been three weeks since we had rain.

The weather is hotter and hotter.

The bunnies still play out in my yard.

Where are they finding their water?