Leaves rustled
My kitty on alert, focussed
Barely a breath of wind
My book would have to wait
Two squirrels vying for the same branch
One scrambled higher
The other sat quietly and stared
At me?
At the black cat, hampered by a dumb leash,
desperately wanted to pounce.
Photo snapped, back to my book.
“Well, it may be humorous to you,
but it’s a very serious matter to the squirrels.”
~ Lisa Kleypas, author
[and to the cat]
~ Me
Not awake yet
shuffling through
the sludge of sleep,
walking and talking
until
movement shook me
gently awake
dregs of sleep drifting
like the heat of the day
settling into the trees
as the sun slips
down and down
to the horizon
painting the land in
deep yellows and golds.
With the soft breath
of a cooling wind,
I walk on.
“Rise up nimbly and go on your strange journey.”
~ Rumi
In late afternoon
summer heat
tough prairie flowers
cheered my walk.
“Flowers are for our souls to enjoy.”
~ Sioux proverb
