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A sip of light, a morning seat,Slow walks where sky and sidewalk meet.One bark, one breeze, the world feels wide,A plate...

I sit, aware, the frame is mine,I sniff the script between each line.Lights shift, the world begins to play,But I choose...

I own so little, yet feel so much.A breeze, a breath, a coffee touch.I ask for less, receive what's right—A beam of sun,...

I chase no gold, I chase no fame,Just bubbles rising, none the same.They float, they shine, then fade away,Like thoughts...

If I were rich, what would I chase?Not gold or fame, but quiet space.A place to nap, a breeze to feel,A life that's slow...

I dine at dusk, not when I’m told.I choose my walk, despite the cold.My bed must face the moon just right,I bark at star...

I choose my spot before I sleep.The blanket’s fold must not be cheap.My bowl must face a certain way,And walks begin at ...

A breeze that knows the scent of spring,Soft petals fall, yet say everything.No ticket bought, no plan in hand,Just paws...

When all is calm and still and wide,No footsteps left, no tide to ride.The wave begins without a sound,Not in the sky, b...

based on “The Star” and “Eight of Pentacles”A star appears in silent skies,Its shimmer soft, yet truly wise.Each pawstep...