nibbling away at your sanity
Thirty-one and counting.
But not counting far.
Curbside, screaming.
My fans?
Confused.
But green. And sunny.
When in Rome.
Take photos of walls. (But if in Russia, are you then a wallruss?)
Alone, I weep. For the leef.
What took the leep. Too soon, laddie. Aye.
Coming soon.
To a season near you.
Hot today.
But not in the shade.
Pea on you.
Dew it, dew.
A bit of rain overnight.
Another step toward summer's end.
Eating something big and hairy.
As I walked by.
Hanging around.
Waiting for fall. Waiting to fall.
Get them now.
While they're still up.
August 19.
A day like any other. Except that I walked by.
As in the late mouse.
Which will now miss all future appointments.
With a prime as its serial number.
Or not. Could be coincidence.
Quiet and still.
Plotting the future as I walked by.
Yellow-N-Green.
Bright and seen.
Cloudy.Cloudy.
Blue.
I'm hairy, I'm here, and I'm hungry.
Let's do lunch.
Still leafy, still green but dull here.
Well, dull can be OK too.
It happens.
Even around here.
Bushpussy returns to its habitat.
Soon, nothing but a memory.
Bush pussy takes a sniff.
My camera makes a click.
Why not? Quit struggling.
Be just like the folks on TV. But more colorful.
A retrospective on early morning tail fuzz.
Hey. We're all friends here. See? There's another one.
Another gray day.
Summer in my mind. Leastways the leaves are still up.
My friend the kitteh.
Haz interests personal.
My friend returns.
Early in the morning, purring.
The neck brigade.
Probing the grass with their beakers.
Bunnies onesies.
Out in the back. Hangin' out.
Crashed and trashed.
Reality is like that. It always catches up.