Across the streetwet and greyslick with rainwatera skinny dirty dogmaybe a colliesniffs at the tall grassgrowing on the sidewalk curbI can't help but ..
they seem to fallteasinglyone little white flakethen anotherlater on another oneI ooh and aahlike a little girlat the thoughtof snowsoon deep enoughto..
that orange tabbyis back in my yardagain"No! I won't feed you!"then I'm putting a bowl ofcat foodout once againI blame myselffor this cat'sdaily retur..
Outside my open windowa cold wind blowsand light rain is fallinga gust of wetbillows out my curtainsa candle burning in a red candle holderflutters in..