When cats discover
Wind chimes,
It's magic for your ears,
A Chime that wakes
One's resting soul;
I've not had that in years.
The sound is
Just as sweet
As if the soft
Winds had weaved through,
Those Small bronzed
stalks of metal,
Hung up high
For all to view….
It's the planet
Wrapped in silver,
Suspended by some twine,
That sparks such curiosity
Which in turn,
Sounds divine.
A tender nudge
From dewy noses
Fills the room with magic,
As metals create music
Causing me to feel pelagic.
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