birds twitter and tweet unseen
cats sit on their haunches and stare,
waiting for me to brush or rub;
sounds of the morning filters
through my consciousness and
when I blink and look again, it all
seems to remain just about the same;
and yet, I know there is a change
so tiny it cannot be seen but a
change has come to these parts
nonetheless and I will not give in.
28Apr17
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