Observation - June 3rd, 2018, Sunday

Observation

The Twins are tied in the bottom of the eighth

I can smell the cut grass through the open window

My lady is out front pushing the mower

I can hear it rattle, in a rhythm with my typing

The hum of traffic flowing by on Bryant

Kitty is on her bench looking at the action

The Twins exit the eighth without advancing

The sun is bright and the air is cool, afternoon

Observation - August 2nd, 2017, Wednesday

It was dark, deep dark

In the middle of the night

The witching hour passed

My cat is sleeping

She is curled up on her chair

She does little else

There is a rattle

Noises come from the upstairs

The house is creaking

A car rolls past, bass

Booming down the avenue

The bars have let out

I woke too early

I came to my desk to write

My fingers tapping