Every day, a photograph, a poem. My little cat waited for my by the back door, halfway between the door and the steps to the back yard. When I stepped outside to see what she seemed to want, she bounded out to her “spot” in the yard and stared up towards the side yard. I followed her gaze and saw her need and her point. the neighbor’s cat sat on the top of our yard swing, peering over the edge at our cat.
Hide or Annoy?
Is this one, a neighbor’s lovely,
Hiding from mine or, perhaps—
Sitting there, out of reach,
Post 1005 days in a row
Note: Please excuse the mess: we just had the roof redone on our old house.
Geeky Gramma ~~
Retired Middle School Language Arts/Media Teacher ~~
Writer and Thinker~~
Art from the Heart