A neighborhood cat, black and white, comes strolling through the yard. She is unusually stout for a stray cat. She moves at an oddly relaxing pace. As she meanders through, she stops behind the now cut tall grass. She lays down for less than a minute then gets up, and slinks through the fence to the next yard, to a space behind the shed. She is heavy with child.
on gray autumn day an air of expectation kittens white as snow
Pat R 12/13/18
For (Open Link Night) OLN Night over at the dVerse Poets Pub where Grace is our host for the last challenge of this year with a very inspiring poem. Have a read!