The sleet quietly turned into snow in the night. Nothing moves on the road, like the snowy mornings of old. The snow deadens sound, but I see our fat cat has emerged from his house on the porch to observe the day. He has a rug and shelter under the overhang. His dish is empty. I warm up some broth left over from our Christmas Day Beef Bourguignon and drizzle it over his food, now fit for the king cat he is. A morning like this makes one feel lazy as a cat in the sun.
Things cats can teach us:
Be curious but
Pay attention to the weather
Sharpen your claws but know when to run
There are things to see in the dark when you walk in the dark
Eat slowly then wash your face.
Happy New Year writers and poets and friends extraordinaire, especially those at earthweal where you will find poetry for and of a changing world.