🪷Foggy Mind

...because sometimes this is how it is.

Can I moggy find
     my foggy mind?

   The clay grouds
      of gray clouds

      and mist seep
       (by missed sleep)

   and skew my
          mind’s sky.

This rhyme attests:
   it’s time to rest.

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fog in the pasture some weeks ago

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In the notebook

It’s been a tired time for my body and mind these days, and yesterday my mind was painfully foggy, so I started writing this poem for self-soothing/amusement.

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