Sprinkle immune support powder on the cats’ food cheese on the dogs’ food sunflower seeds beneath the squirrel’s perch nutrients on roses water on zinnias pebbles around the succulents wonder in your eyes music in your ears earth beneath your fingers
Stalking the fence line Street cat sneers at pampered dog yapping with no teeth ***** Napowrimo Day 23 prompt: “I’d like to challenge you today to write a poem about an animal.” Photo via Pixabay
Remember in one of my recent posts I mentioned I planned to write a quarterly post of my favorite reads? The first one will post the first week of April so, yeah, I’ve been saving links from my reading and I can’t wait to share them. Until then, I thought I’d share some writer goodness … More 4 for Friday: Spreading the Writer Luv ❤️
January is about half over and this year is looking like it’ll be the quickest of my life. I feel like it left me back in August. Since my last post, I’ve written bits and pieces of posts in my head almost daily while going about my daily life but sitting down and cracking open … More What I’ve Been Up To: #Writing #Reading #Poetry #Books
This quiet sigh of a morning draws me in clamor and clusters now a distant prairie in another world
“In a world filled with hate, we must still dare to hope. In a world filled with anger, we must still dare to comfort. In a world filled with despair, we must still dare to dream. And in a world filled with distrust, we must still dare to believe.” ― Michael Jackson
Little Fat contemplates his options.
It’s hot. The heat makes cats and humans want to be still. To stay home and lie in a cool, shady spot and daydream.
“Anyhow, the older I get, the less impressed I become with originality. These days, I’m far more moved by authenticity. Attempts at originality can often feel forced and precious, but authenticity has quiet resonance that never fails to stir me. Just say what you want to say, then, and say it with all your heart.” … More Friday Reads: Big Magic
“Life consists with Wildness. The most alive is the wildest. Not yet subdued to man, its presence refreshes him.” — Henry David Thoreau