Like a bright sunlight,
two eyes of an owl glistened.
And I pondered upon the narrow path laid underneath.
A cold breeze washed away the bodily warmth
and I was reminded how fickle was the title.
And when I implored,
the song of the cells kept singing
for the promise of the brighter, warmer future.
And that kept my heart warm.
3.16.2026
Ralph with Coffee 