Napping, But Present

Daily Note

Every day, a photograph, a poem. Looking out the window to the backyard, I find that the wild little cat of ours has found a high ground on the potting table, which is safe enough to nap as long is the ears are alert to sounds.

Napping, But Present

Potting table, daisies in a pot
Wandering cat, curled in its wander
Resting eyes, ears alert in rest
Napping cat, present in a nap

Sheri Edwards
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Poetry/Photography

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