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Showing posts with label Thursday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Thursday. Show all posts

Thursday, March 5, 2020

Observation - March 5th, 2020, Thursday


It is 5:27 in the morning

Kitty is yowling for attention

She is unhappy with the food in her dish

She wants something different

Something fresh

She doesn’t want the supplement I give her

To strengthen her joints, and her back legs

She is seventeen and getting arthritic

She wants to play

She cannot jump anymore

She does not like to play string

While laying on the floor

I lift her to the window

So she can watch the dark street

Thursday, July 4, 2019

Observation - July 4th, 2019, Thursday


It is cool in the morning, and sunny

People walking by the lakeside, dogs alongside them

The air is still

The face of the water is smooth and glassy

Millfoil breaking the surface near the fishing dock, by the shore

Listen to the walleye jumping

The sound of running shoes thumping

It is slow on the street

Thursday, April 4, 2019

Observation - Thursday, April 4th


Observation

It is still dark outside
It is quiet on Bryant
            The bus just rolled by, high pitched engine
Breaking up the silence
Kitty stirring beneath her blanket on couch
Under the orange and white stripped tent
I make for her in the morning
She thinks she is a cave lion

Thursday, May 3, 2018

Observation - May 3rd, 2018, Thursday


Observation

Spring came and it is warm in the house
The hum of the fan mutes the sound of the TV
Of traffic, of Kitty purring, of my lady sleeping
Breathing, in the early morning, minutes from rising

The dark is just beginning to break outside the window
The faintest blue line is stretching across the horizon
Tree bud are popping, the Earth is respiring
Beneath a soft blanket of dew


Thursday, November 2, 2017

Observation - November 2nd, 2017, Thursday

At 4:00 am the street outside my window

Is bright with electric light, Bryant Avenue

The refrigerator is noisy, click, rattle, hum

The floors have a different squeak to them

Deeper along the joists, a bus rolls by #4

Kitty is on her blanket, taking in her view

The wind in the maple blowing, leaves

Gathered by the stairs, there are no rabbits

On Bryant, but there are chip monks

With their striped fur, they are sleeping


She is waiting for them to wake

Thursday, March 2, 2017

March 2nd, 2017, Thursday, Observation



It is 5:00 am and the city is stirring.
I have been awake for a few hours writing.
My cat is sleeping in the window,
Half lidded and watching.
There are rabbits on the lawn in the frosted morning.
The news is of the Attorney General lying,
Lying to the Senate under oath.
My lady is on the couch drinking coffee.
We are talking about the news, and wondering,
Is there a place for justice at the table in March.

Thursday, September 1, 2016

Observation - September 1st, 2016, Thursday

Observation

The air is cool in the morning; now.

I hear the thrum and hum of crickets outside my kitchen window.

Crickets strumming in the dark; in the dewy grass there are rabbits.

The Angel's Trumpet is blooming in the boulevard.