The dreamy grey of moonlight gives way to morning bright,
A sleepy sullen cat, curled up tight.
The house waking gently, couple dozing lightly
On Sunday – it feels just right.
Tomorrow is another day, a work day- a busy day
With hustle bustle,rush and run
No time to stop no time for fun.
But Sunday is the day to chill
To slowdown and stop.
Meals are slow and meaningful
Conversation thoughtful and light
Tomorrow just another world away
No time to fuss and fight.