A cat watches the
summer sunset
through the kitchen window;
his tail swooshes
side to side,
side to side;
calico fur gleaming
in the ruddy glow.
I sit beside him,
cross-legged
on the lime countertop,
and together,
we partake in
the transforming colors
of the sunset;
together we watch
as the sun
meets the skyline
in a bittersweet pop.
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mango summer sunset | | august poems (2023)
PoetryA compilation of my best poems written during the month of August.
