Love

she speaks in the way she moves her purr at my touch silences me Advertisements

The Hunt

Rounded yellow eyes track movement up a wall, life’s short

standing out amongst the dawn chorus a lone Tui takes the solo

A new CD, the notes bounce across the carpet.

An envelope larger than the rest, familiar scrawl I’m not forgotten

yellowed pages from 1910 his words dislodge perception

# concealed in the reflection, my shattered face a broken self #

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bees drunk on warm pollen below an autumn sunrise ~ a cat yowls next door