Cat Over Clock

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October twenty-third

Today--with the chill in my bones for so many nights, the cats and I conspired that it was time to light the first fire of the season. As practiced as I may have been at gathering firewood in youth, I... Continue Reading →

October fifteenth

A few days ago I was waiting To see your yellow eyes greet mine At the door And today we had hours In total stillness, silence slightly Comforted by your turn We hope for good news Sleep side by side... Continue Reading →

October twelfth

Talking The way you talk to me In short bursts I don't understand Long short Long short Your yellow eyes catch All the light in the room Until all I see is you Glow in the dark The way you... Continue Reading →

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