Wife and two daughters, even the cat is a girl They make things in their rooms, in the yard, in the kitchen They make each other laugh and Make decisions that don’t seem all that important at the time, but You never know.
One of them made the other two, and that still amazes me.
Not the cat. She just seems lonely, even with everything that’s going on.
Now that we are more inside than out, and more tense and more intense, our voices get louder especially over the crossword, and politics. the black dog Luke doesn't like it he plants his bony butt on my feet and stares below the table at Ross. Why me?
In March, when rain falls after sunset, she opens, just a crack, the window in the room behind us. It’s wood floors amplify the vibrant sound of raindrops falling, bringing our garden hope and a good soak.
Then from the firewood stacked upon the hearth, a cricket crawls out from the bark and sings about the coming spring. And there it is, the sound of life in harmony.
Luna cat doesn’t care
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eye peeking out as I pass
I love that.
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the guitars
under his fingers
the flutes
under my breath
“A Creative Life”
ReplyDeleteWife and two daughters, even the cat is a girl
They make things in their rooms, in the yard, in the kitchen
They make each other laugh and
Make decisions that don’t seem all that important at the time, but
You never know.
One of them made the other two, and that still amazes me.
Not the cat.
She just seems lonely, even with everything that’s going on.
Now that we are more inside than out,
ReplyDeleteand more tense and more intense,
our voices get louder
especially over the crossword, and politics.
the black dog Luke doesn't like it
he plants his bony butt on my feet
and stares below the table at Ross.
Why me?
The Cricket Sings
ReplyDeleteIn March, when rain falls after sunset,
she opens, just a crack, the window in the room behind us.
It’s wood floors amplify the vibrant sound of raindrops falling,
bringing our garden hope and a good soak.
Then from the firewood stacked upon the hearth,
a cricket crawls out from the bark
and sings about the coming spring.
And there it is, the sound of life in harmony.