No Photos Just Rain

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It's a quiet morning.

No street noise.

Just the birds and cats

making the woods

sound like home.

I've been gone for a few days.

To the beach place.

I call it that but it's not the Ocean.

It's on an inlet.

Waves only roll in

if the wind is visiting.

Which it does a lot

over at that place.

It is nice though

in the Summer.

When it's a hot day

and no one came to

visit our small inlet.

Not in the Winter though.

Just a drippy windy place.

I'm glad to be back

in my mossy wet woods.

My cats are running

up and down the stairs

and around the kitchen

into the living room

and back up the stairs.

I guess it's what you

do on a messy wet Winter day

if you are a cat who lives

in the woods but

inside with your Mom.

Me,

I'm fine.

Figuring out what

I want to do

with the rest

of my old lady life.

That kind of stuff.

Also, the photo shop

has decided to laugh at me.

The main puter died.

Literally, went up in smoke.

Mr. Boatman has replaced

it with a new one.

Being a puter nerd,

he is replacing each part

just the way he wants.

Anyway, what I mean

is that I lost a lot of

the things I liked.

And, I mean a lot.

So, no photos.

No saved things.

Just rain

and birds that are wet

to look at.

And, a very wet Collie

just went up the stairs

and I know where she

is going.

My bed.

I need some of that yellow

stuff to show up.

Who doesn't though.

Then, we will all complain

that it's too hot.

Got to go

cats, dogs

It never stops over here.

Just the way I like it.

~ JC ~