9/27/15

Whiskers tickle,
paws-- with just a tad of claw--
Well, I'm awake now.

9/29/15 (It wasn't this hot yet!)

This sunshine is weak.
Where's my Indian Summer?
My feet are cold!

Indian Summer...

Indian Summer--
where are my flip-flops again?
Even birds are hot.

9/30/15

Two cats lay 
curled in a sliver of sun.
Détente for now.


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Sip apple cider,
crunch the popcorn like Dad did,
remembering him.


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The banality of Fall:
"Decorative" gourds.
"Pumpkin" lattes.


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Red leaves all year--
this maple isn't a good sign
of Autumn.

I'm a barking dog

I'm a barking dog
chasing my thoughts around.
It's exhausting!.