She claws her way up the river bank, shivering, afraid and wet. She has to find her way back to the comfortable, soft nurturing she knew, before she was so suddenly in a bag with the others like her. She calls and calls, to no avail. Tiny steps she takes. The wind blows and makes… Continue reading Familiar
Venus and the crescent moon were still high in the pink sky. Coyotes were yipping in the gully this morning. They’ve been coming down from the mountain for a few days. Last November they came down the gully, yips yaps and howls. That’s when my pretty Kitimis disappeared. I looked for her for weeks, though… Continue reading Kitimis Lives On
Kitty Wind The wind blows dry maple leaves across the sidewalk in front of me. I wish I had something to keep my ears warm. They always sting when the wind blows. It is twelve blocks down Tiger Lily St. to my house from school. This week I have seen a kitten in the bushes… Continue reading Kitty Wind
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