All Sundays

Behind the door, my cat meows
Up the stairs, my family sleeps
To my side, my pit snores
While I sip coffee watching the sun rise

Later the cat will travel the stairs
My wife and I will live in the kids’ mayhem
The dog will still snore
And before we know it, the sun will set

So it is on a Sunday
I wouldn’t have it any other way
In fact, I would just as soon
Have tomorrow be Sunday too

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