It's gonna be one of those, "I meant to do my work today, but a brown bird sang in the apple tree.." kind of days. Who said that? Emily Dickinson? Elizabeth Barrett Browning?
Neither..Richard Galienne...look it up. Are you kidding me. I knew that was too light hearted and easy to understand to be Emily.
Outside my window --a new resident--a striped cat that I've been trying to get out of my yard. He or she followed me around crying while I put out ant poison--I think he thought I had cat food. go away I didn't want to like or poison you. He eats songbirds and I just noticed that none are singing at this moment--hmm.
They are smarter than Duke Boy ...the cat sat in his lap last night while he was outside. Are you kidding me? "Sweet cat. " HE DOESN'T EVEN LIKE CATS!
OK, I admit I didn't try real hard to make him leave. I think he probably also eats snakes or at least toys with them. I am Not naming him.
Unlike J.R. For Jack Russell. He's our newest tree frog who sounds exactly like the Jack Russell dog across the street when he gets his knickers in a knot. J.R. likes to get up at 5 A.M. He did that this morning. I know why you'd want to shoot J.R.
Little stripy NO Name must have moved out--no meowing and birds are singing again.
Where will you see God today? It's easier to see Him when they have names.