(a cutout) The grey cat stirs upon the ledge, The bay is thick with flecks of white— Swift rays across the falling wall below, The floor before my bed is bright. From crumbling walls white-headed crows take flight. And half out of sleep I watch your sleeping face: Grateful for the resin-scented night. I get up and go out in a solitary daze… Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!!
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zap >> too true. thanks for the comment.
Am back at writing now.. Was too happy and was unable to write.. Nice to be back to reading your stuff and to restart writing mine.