Bleak days are upon me.
Well, everyone.
The sun has gone south
for the winter.
The trees have given up
their leaves,
in hope of new life
next spring.
The neighborhood stray
meows at my door,
cold and hiding from the rain.
She comes in and eats,
then sleeps on the couch.
It is some comfort
to have a cat.
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 1:07 PM UTC
Bleak days are upon me.
Well, everyone.
The sun has gone south
for the winter.
The trees have given up
their leaves,
in hope of new life
next spring.
The neighborhood stray
meows at my door,
cold and hiding from the rain.
She comes in and eats,
then sleeps on the couch.
It is some comfort
to have a cat.