The thick calico cat sat in the wet grass contemplating
rain metamorphosing her fur into shadows, when she cried —
meowing the closed door into flinders; LET ME IN.
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The Black Birds [like a gust of wind] flew in-between the branches —
Their chattering chirps, a Hosanna , to the startling mild climate.
I almost, GLEEFULLY, broke my neck looking up at them.
Dead leaves dropped into the water, near the small tunnel opening.
There was churning in the stream, little ripple on the surface.
But the Frogs, who live here, are silent, sleeping, winter slumber.
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The white seagull who was floating [gliding] across the gray asphalt,
bending his wings, his arms, his elbows, finger [feathers] beckoning —
Why do gulls mimic lost [human] children searching for their mamas?
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Mild Mockingbird measures, stares looks [at] me through the window,
while I beat my drum and [meditate] considering him
for several minutes — a frustrated love.
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Dark gray tabby [crew cut]–huddled–in the window,
made me think of a clenched fist; cat’s eyes shut tight.
If I close my eyes long enough, will we disappear?
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