Today promises full.
I realize as I begin,
I only count the things
On the calendar,
Appointments and initials
I have written
On the square
That is July 14.
Then there is the kitten,
Still a guest
In a room of her own.
Then there is the older cat.
He lies strategically
Between our bedroom
And the guestroom,
Sprawled like a king.
Today promises full.
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