A Sunday Morning

Took the tag off my shirt

It itched my back

Scratched it to shreds

The weather is pleasant

I’m surprised last night’s rain

Didn’t destroy the spider’s web

It holds little droplets

Like tiny mirrors

I have an urge to run my

Hand through it and roll it

Like cotton candy

But that spider hurt nobody

Helps with the mosquitoes

And the bad vibes

I’m drinking lemon tea

And it hits the spot

My dog jumps on me

And I pat his head

There’s no way

I’ll let anything

Ruin today