Mar 2015
the leaves are beginning to turn
the tips just edged with the glory
of colour
in the early morning air
that crisp nip
gnawing away at summer
and the birds are beginning to leave or forage for warm nesting
the little blucat, watches this
activity from the comfort
of the warm window ledges
in the sun room,
before dozing once more
head pressed to the warm glass
the tips just edged with the glory
of colour
in the early morning air
that crisp nip
gnawing away at summer
and the birds are beginning to leave or forage for warm nesting
the little blucat, watches this
activity from the comfort
of the warm window ledges
in the sun room,
before dozing once more
head pressed to the warm glass
he actually falls asleep with nose to the glass...but it is too hard to write that in the poetic elegance of this observational style....silly cat.
