Pitter Pat
The pitter pat
of claws that tap
on the floors of our house
speak of a lost guest
who we miss
and struggle
each day
to replace
Thoughts
Here is a picture of a local field. It says so much more than would first appear. Such memories attached to a blade of grass, hay, wheat and straw. So much more.
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