Can you see?

Can you see? Can you see him back there? That's a red fox rolled up in a ball. He was sound asleep on a bale of hay beyond my raised garden beds. The kids noticed him when glancing out the kitchen window. The little fella must have been pretty darned tired. He was out there sleeping for two hours before he rose, stretched and wandered off. How very happy we were that he chose our yard for his slumber. Thank you little fox for sharing your beauty with us on this cold winter afternoon.

Life as a house cat.

How Bloody Brilliant
to be a cat.
Eat, sleep, chase.
Not a worry
in their pretty little heads.

What was that?
A bird?
A mouse?
A milk ring to chase?

Alas, I am tuckered out from my morning terror run throughout the house.
I think I'll just lay here
lick my pristine coat
and bask in the sunbeam.

Then you can feed me
pet me
and be on your way.
I have business to tend to.

Ah yes.
The life of a house cat.

Taxes

Taxes on the brain
are very
taxing on the brain!!!