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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 ~
