Good Day (23)

Sofia’s fur
soft and warm against my knee
wakes me in the late late dusk
progress on my goal this week to catch up on my sleep.
I grab shorts in dim light
walk outside
unwilling to break my three-week stretch
of two short walks each day.
I move through the hot dark
still halfway between dreaming and waking.
I sweat
and walk
and remember the house sparrows
in the bird bath this afternoon
their quick feathery selves
This was a good day.

About Riba

I'm a writer and a teacher, though I usually say it in reverse. I hope to find more of a balance between the two. ;-)
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