Decided Not To Decide…

Lolling, rolling, yellow brown bumblebees, humid hot, itty-bitty birds twittering within green leaves, the big black cat sat on the white porch, his eyes half-closed. Each time he heard the bees buzz, feline flipping the bird [thumping his tail], splintered wood. Feathered chit-chat, corpulent cat responds, opening his eyes, BUT — the thick air was like a blanket. The black cat closed his eyes once more.

Who’s Watching Who?

…the brittle branches clothed in ice, glittering glass. Across the street a large limb, bough breaking from a tall tree — too much water, frozen tough tender thoughts shattered. I mourned for that wounded warrior, carcass, yo-yo weather, MAKE UP YOUR MIND… When I saw the weather was bad, I shuffled through the slush, rain and snow spitting ON ME, as I put the food on the windowsill. I heard the Blue Jay call from a nearby tree. I answered. (He saw what I was doing!) Within the hour, my roots, bush and porch – Blue Jays, Red Cardinals, Gray Finches and Starlings [with their yellow beaks and gold undercoats] INUNDATING!  The weather was bad and they SAW that I put out food. …thrilling