Sun not cutting flesh with daggers
leaveing a slight tan to stare upon
veiled behind clouds ready to open
mansoom will come bringing chilly winds that will trickle
deep pass skin all the way to bones
i scurry for a jacket to sheild body also adding
a fuzzy blanket passing the time with a book to read
bright days turn gloomy i must look for joy
black cat scampering in plain sight looking for company
even when i will feel down i will go searching
for what makes me Happy
Written by Muniza Master
