The Perfect Evening Poem by Sneha Murali

nestled in a corner, in my cozy chair
with the fire crackling in the fireplace
a cup of hot chocolate, no one to share
a warm blanket around my shoulders

in my bunny slippers, my legs tucked in
i cuddle up against the soft cushion
sipping my hot drink, putting on a grin
watching the sun set down through my window

comfying down with a book to read
my fluffy dog parked just below my chair
nothing else, there was nothing more i could need
enjoying every page, enjoying my privacy

i looked up at my clock, it struck nine
how time flies when your evening's divine
an absolute treat. i could relax forever
and never get up, not now, not ever



Copyright © 2009 by Sneha Murali