Monday, August 18, 2008

I sit on my bed
Working
Reading
Writing
The sounds of summer scream gently in the open window
A cat sleeps on the sill
Constant comforting background noise of bugs
Crickets or are they cicadas or something else entirely
A slight breeze comes in fits and starts
A dog yelps
A fork clinks on a plate
It's hard to work with such happiness surrounding me
Then again it's hard not to

3 comments:

Maggie said...

I love it.
I love it.
You leave me smiling even if you have tagged this entry melancholy.

Anonymous said...

Sweating bullets...
no breeze. no a.c.
balls of cat fur stick to fabric like velcro....
wafts of dirty dog dander.
kittie litter speckled socks.
chip and cookie crumbs...
overdue blockbuster movies.
half emptied deer parks...
blueberry boxes..
Bob calling a dog a precious angel through the window screen...
a maine coon with dreads in the sill considers not getting back up.

Judith Shapiro said...

omg. is that a description of the same house? yup. thanks kristara. anonymous indeed. and thanks maggie. as you can see, different strokes . . .