The Little Cafe

I can now see the cafe;
smell the homemade meals,
and somehow, already, taste the food.

We drank sweet tea and soda out of mason jars,
while we ate off of plates unique in every way.

I spy ranchers, hunters, and even a sheriff!
Our waiter was nice, and so were the locals.

I never want to leave this little cafe,
but soon we leave, we’re going away.

– Aubrey