SoCS: The Preposition Behind a Cliff

Upon a Friday sunny I shall write concerning this stream that follows through with a prompt on behalf of Dear Linda. It’s about 6:00 pm and I am brain dead. The cats are sleeping on the bed, the laundry is spinning around, and from within my stomach growls. I need food, not prepositions. I want quiet, not wordy words. From beneath the patio, I hear the neighbors drive in. Then they drive out. I wish they would stay home, haulRead more

My Next Cat

“If cats could talk, they wouldn’t.” ~Nan Porter~ Oh yeah? My next cat is going to be mute, I swear So that he is unable to voice despair My next cat will not utter a yowl or voice his neediness with a howl My next cat will not cry at night and respond to my obedience with delight My next cat will not utter a kitty word even when stalking a chirping bird My next cat will be quiet asRead more

Silence

“In order to see birds it is necessary to become a part of the silence.”  ~Robert Lynd~ I’m as silent as I can be watching birds in a nearby tree So close and so near I can’t reach, though, I fear They delight in loudly mocking me I’m as still as I can be watching those damn birds flee I haven’t moved an inch At the window’s fringe I shall have one soon, I decree I’m no longer patient, youRead more