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

 

pitter pat

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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