Once again I’m sitting, sit, sat
And up jumps the cat, pat, pat
I stir my coffee, clink, clank
Take out my pen, click, clack
And open my notebook, crinkle, crackle
Listen to the wind, swish, swoosh
Hear the old wood of the porch, creak, crack
What a good time to be alive
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Cheesencrackers (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Familiar sounds that reassure the noises of comfort and joy. A lovely write about how sounds are so reassuring and make one at home. Lovely
Thank you Soren. I tried to capture that peaceful feeling.
You are welcome you did well
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