A marmalade cat strolls out of the woods pleased as Punch
makes his way up the path, and disappears into the woods again. He is fat, plump on
more than just mice, his tail tipped with white.
There is a hint of autumn in the wind on this day, perfect as a picture.
Three weeks left before Labor Day.
The paper has been read and discarded,
and it so quiet. The traffic is muted,but there,
it begins again,
as the voices rise and fall in the distance as people make plans.
volunteers itself up in my garden, readying to bloom.