L o r r i e
Secret Mission
On the beach, a cute cat was sitting comfortably in her colorful beach chair, sunglasses on her nose.
But she wasn't just lazy - she was on a secret mission!
With a small notepad, she watched everything that passed by.
There was the dog who tried to catch his own tail and fell into the water.
She giggled. Then came a child who was building a "cat house" with a bucket of sand - now that was an idea!
Finally, she grabbed a snack: a fish sandwich that an unsuspecting tourist dropped.
"Mission accomplished!"
purred kitty, avoring the evening to the fullest, gazing at the vast big sky over Florence.
© 2024 Lorrie Agapi – All rights reserved.
**My heart, my words. Please respect them.**
Dear reader,
These words you are reading right now, whether it's a poem, a short story, or a thought is a piece of my soul. I write with passion, each word flowing from my heart, deeply connected to me. My poems are not just words, they are alive, carrying my emotions and essence within them.
If you plan to take them without my permission, know this: you are also taking a piece of my soul. And with every stolen word, I will always be present within the lines you use.
So be mindful… You never know what lies hidden between the lines, for words hold a power that goes far beyond the visible.💫
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Florence/211/48/24
Secret Mission
On the beach, a cute cat was sitting comfortably in her colorful beach chair, sunglasses on her nose.
But she wasn't just lazy - she was on a secret mission!
With a small notepad, she watched everything that passed by.
There was the dog who tried to catch his own tail and fell into the water.
She giggled. Then came a child who was building a "cat house" with a bucket of sand - now that was an idea!
Finally, she grabbed a snack: a fish sandwich that an unsuspecting tourist dropped.
"Mission accomplished!"
purred kitty, avoring the evening to the fullest, gazing at the vast big sky over Florence.
© 2024 Lorrie Agapi – All rights reserved.
**My heart, my words. Please respect them.**
Dear reader,
These words you are reading right now, whether it's a poem, a short story, or a thought is a piece of my soul. I write with passion, each word flowing from my heart, deeply connected to me. My poems are not just words, they are alive, carrying my emotions and essence within them.
If you plan to take them without my permission, know this: you are also taking a piece of my soul. And with every stolen word, I will always be present within the lines you use.
So be mindful… You never know what lies hidden between the lines, for words hold a power that goes far beyond the visible.💫
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Florence/211/48/24