as cold replaces warmth
or warmth cold...
a grey mist flows through the screens
of an outside porch like stem from hot coffee
although without the same taste or smell,
birds fly from tree branch to tree branch
unnoticed except for beating wings
and the braches movement when
leaving or arriving...
swinging tails of close by felines are visible
as they see the prey they are after
but refuse to make their final kill...
becasue of old fashioned temperments,
bottoms of houses off in the distance
appear but not their tops leaving
them headless and vulnerable
to low flying aircraft this due to
the pandemic they say...
silhouetted trees tower above them
and well into the sky but
cannot escape the fog...
a pearching eagle sits atop one
or perhaps it is a condor
or some bird-of-prey...
a fog delayed sunrise and the light
shines on us at the beginning of each
new cycle by which we measure our time
and try to gather more from that which
has been wasted days previously,
we fumble inside our motor cars
headlights guide our pathways
moisture obscures our vision yet we
persevere like bears walking toward hybernation
or elephants trodding patiently towards their
predetermined graveyards... we are
creatures who like the familiar as long as
the familiar can be easily seen and understood.
9 October 2021
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