dull days
were made for these
pouring rain
a purring cat
a mug of tea
the tug of a snagged claw
a dog-eared Wilbur Smith
a grey cat named Violet
an unexpected call
from a forgotten pal
promising to be in touch
nothing to talk about
looking for company
old photographs of you and me
thinking of what used to be
clamour for a grown-up life
quietly silent now
grateful and content
a warmed heart
a cosy home
dull days
were made for these
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