Rafter Cats

A few weeks ago, I discovered 7 newborn kittens on my back porch. 

Last week, I discovered mangled fur and that their box had been moved. 

My aunt disposed of the remains- so mangled a count was not possible, but it appeared all were lost.

Today, I discovered 5 kittens, tucked safely in the rafters above where their original box had been. 

One tumbled, uninjured, from it's high tower. 

We extracted the other kittens and now, reunited, they await whatever plan we come up with to get them fed and keep them safe until they're big enough to... fly the nest. 

Waking

The shore is lined with us,  

Our phones lifted toward the rising sun-

Empty cups waiting to be filled, 

And spilled. 

4/9/2021 "Waking" 

Cake For Breakfast

The idea was to allow them to honor their dad, despite our lack of money.

 I encouraged it and even offered to help. 

He said he couldn't accept the gift from his children because his new wife may feel disrespected.

Perhaps he is living his best life now, but I admit my lack of envy. 

In the morning, I found two forks and the tribute diminished. 

They'd had cake for breakfast and assured me the disrespect he'd shown them was perfectly delicious.