the sight of
raven astride
her broom at
night is a haunting,
unearthly, sight.
in true cat stealth
she eases out an
open window, flying
everywhere she
pleases. swerving
smoothly, flying
through the dark
with eyes of
night, hunting
newts or mousies
rare to drag them
back with hopes
to share with
sister, fianna
clare, safely back
in their dogcorner lair.
For the Record,
This day came in cloudy and chilly with sunshine before sunset.
I retired from public school teaching after happily spending twenty eight years playing in Kindergarten. Now I fill my days watching cat antics, taking endless...
