Saturday, April 24, 2021

Commonplace Things

 It was early; I watched my cat sitting on the window sill watching the birds preen themselves. He was transfixed on the birdie's cute brown wings outstretched being picked at by sharp beaks.  

Neither the cat nor the birds noticed me drinking in what comes naturally to birds and cats.  

It was so quiet; I felt grounded watching what is so usual and ordinary. 

I was exactly where I was supposed to be.


Georgia P
4.23.21
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