No Footprints Here

Years ago, it wasn’t there. Years ago, when the lake was much larger and had not yet begun to fill in with silt, what is now a patch of land, heavy with trees of many shapes and sizes, was once clear lake water, reflecting blue sky. But when upstream silt flowed downriver and filled in parts of the lake, when that silt rose up above the water and slowly turned into fertile soil, when the weeds sprouted, when the bushes began to grow, when the trees took over and blotted out the sun for all the underbrush and smaller plants, what once was water became a forest, thick with natures proliferation of scraggly scrubs and sturdy structures reaching for the sky.

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They Dance Til Dawn

high atop bald rock mountain
where the air is cool
where the vista is vast but unseen
except by wide-eye owls
who know how to keep a secret
where the night is silent
where the sky is clear and dark
except for a silvery moon
except for the twinkling stars

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Meet Billy Cat

Billy Cat is my feline buddy during this time of social distancing, and has been a dear presence in my life for a while. Billy Cat was rescued by my brother-in-law and named for a beloved uncle of his, a Vietnam veteran, who had passed away. For several years I lived with my sister and brother-in-law, and then they moved into a new place. I offered to care for the cat. They have a French bulldog (Bella) that is a little too rambunctious around cats.

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