Looking for friendship:
remaining in your own house
thinking of the sky.
In the still morning
a young cat stretches and yawns
the old cat reflects.
Returning from the store
I put away groceries
and start my dinner.
Dinner made, eaten
the evening turns to darkness
the house quiets.
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One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum, in which men steal through existence, like sluggish waters through a marsh, without either honour or observation.
Very Thoughtful haiku Lovek Mom