Friday January 6th 2012 Tim
Towhee in January around
the domicile, and the Grey Cat long gone to the Peaceable Kingdom, where
he is probably bored beyond repair. But I am told there is no wind
up there, no freezing temperatures, just windows of warm sun to lie in.
So probably his nails are long, his teeth good, his whiskers without
spider webs. And always he'll have glory days to dream about.
This winter, Carolina Wren are a
constant presence around the house. There's a Mrs. on the front porch
who might remember the Grey Cat, and maybe sometimes when she sees me move,
she'll gain a flight of memory that sends shivers down her back and causes
her to cry out in pain. And sometimes too, I wish the Close Mockingbird
would notice me enough to at least say "mind your business."