9 AM

IMG_0710Liberal portions of sun

releases through an open window

chasing out room shadows

like thieves on the run.

A light teasing wind stumbled into bushes,

stirring leaves like loose sand

sliding over paper.

A cat sits looking out.  Birds see him,

calling out warnings.  Flying quickly

like passing storms.  He watches with

metronome eyes waiting for the moment.

The clock strikes 9.  I have to go.

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