The Cat Who Mistakes Me for a Rat

With well-timed precision, just as the cock crows, perched on the top of a wooden fence,

s(he) is ...

The Cat Who Mistakes Me for a Rat

Waiting, and watching,

For no one other, than me.

Maybe Wool Would Do?

A well-endowed green bush, seen through french doors, stands with pride on a crisp (to me, damn cold) day, where, from nowhere, the color red is peeking through its plump leaves.

Intrigued, I reluctantly and slowly move toward the bush, all the while, my body shivering and my teeth clattering.

And,

Maybe Wool Would Do

As I parted the leaves,

Lo and behold, this beautiful flower smiled back at me.

In less than a 30th of a second, I almost felt warmth.

A Profile of Courage

At first she reminded me of the Dr. Seuss character in "The Cat with the Hat".

A Profile of Courage

But then I had a flash of the past.

Back in the day, I wore big, big glasses, comfy loose tops, torn jeans, short skirts etc before those styles became voguish in different eras.

And ... I didn't care what people thought.

I prided myself on non- conformity,

So, it was with a sigh and a smile, I took this photo.

Lit!

Don't you just love the sun's light as noon goes to evening ...

Lit!

He does!

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Loomed

Docile sweet and unflappable creatures

Loomed

Loomed by future super action 'heroes'.

The Right Ingredients

She's got a flower in her hair, a lei around her neck and an inviting smile.

I don't know her name,

Hit & Run Hula dancer

but she's part of a group called the Hit & Run Hula dancers.

I was at the Academy of Sciences in San Francisco when, from a distance, I heard this wonderful, seasonic music that ended and I thought no more.

But what luck for me.

As I turned they walked towards a huge dry fountain,

Assembled,

And, began to dance.

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Affectionately His

It was a moment in time, their time, with the hand of tenderness moving slow and rhythmically.

Affectionately His

His head bent forward, ever so slowly ... as if he were giving thanks and feeling better.

Nothing left to say, really,

But,

A lot to see.