Summer’s fire claws at me from the open window.
An August sunset like any other; blessings upon those who endure slumber comfortably in Hades.
Sparking yellow’s from days-gone-by, I set magic ablaze.
The city argues not with my shenanigans for here I lay; half-cocked in comfort while pecking incantations.
Just me, my mind, and a black rescue cat named “Skeekers”.
What more could one ask?
The Gonzo Wolf 
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