Damp Day

A bit more rain arrived this morning, and then afternoon brought a fog thick enough to dim the pines a few hundred feet away. Closer, red leaves and yellow leaves brightened the gray day, and pearls of water glistened on blades of grass. No breezes stirred the chilly air, but the woodpeckers kept silence at bay.

The feral cats, undeterred by the cold, engaged one another in play fights. Then one of them came close as I sat in the chair on the back porch, sniffed my foot, and then backed away quickly. I wonder if it was some strange smell that made him look so startled, or if he had simply surprised himself with his sudden bravery? He is almost fully grown, and he suddenly reminds me of when I first saw the gray cat, years ago. He was smaller then than this kitten, probably his, is now.

I've only seen the gray cat once this month. I wonder where he is keeping himself? I wonder if he's warm enough, and fed, and dry?

( Sunday Verse )