It's 3 a.m. and
I am up stewing, my
thoughts are distilling
potency. Reluctantly,
I am up and look
to the street, see a
kitten, chasing leaves
in the street light, no
thought of abandonment, no
thought at all just
the fresh invigoration
of wind and night.
Love the image. The stray kitten at play rather than skulking about...its playtime on the street contrasts nicely with the image of you stewing while safe and secure inside your home. Love it!
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