Basking

The Thanksgiving that was... and wasn't. I wouldn't have it any other way.

As I bask

In the glow of Thanksgiving,

The un-turkeyed Thanksgiving

The cranberry-less

Thanksgiving,

I see the cats

In a different light.

I see this morning

In a different light.

The woman in red

Is alive

Across the way

Ready to feed the ducks

When snow comes again.

As I bask

Despite the head cold,

As I bask in the glow

I am here

You are there

Turkeys and cranberries

Will most likely

Be on sale

This week.

The woman across the way

Awaits her ducks.