Bukowski and Mojo zip through the new apartment. Chirping like birds. I had no idea kittens could be so easily thrilled. They aren’t even high on catnip. Fluffy black blessings.
theres a robin in my garden comes every christmas day sings his christmas song that melts my heart away every note in tune in perfect harmony i sit there and listen as he sings his song to me
sitting on the fence in the christmas snow singing out his song with its christmas glow singing loud and clear as happy as can be such a christmas feeling the robin brings to me