Daily Note
Every day, a photograph, a poem. The short version: three stray cats needed help last winter during the bitter and freezing cold; we fed them. We’re still feeding them.
And these little bandits hung around a few months ago as tiny ones, stealing the food. Hissing, growling, and fighting each other. Mean little devils no matter how “cute” the little bandits “look.”
We thought they were gone.
No, they are back. Here’s the rest of the story:
Poetry
Audacious Bandits
They are back.
Sheri Edwards
The little bandits.
And they are mean—
The neighborhood cats
stand by and
go away—
Watching the critters
scrape and snarl,
stealing their food.
I open the door a crack,
“Shoo.
Go away.”
They scamper up the
porch roof post
and have the audacity
to just curl up
on the roof
to take a nap
until I
go away!
09.15.23 258.365.23
Poetry/Photography [See-Frame-Focus]
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Note: More to the story:
I wonder, if I draw a line... 