Friday, June 13, 2025

Distractions


This is how my mornings go: 
My cat — when not in my lap — 
Sits in the window across from me, 
 Staring through the screen of volunteer foxglove 
At the bunnies, quail, and butterflies 
 Who frolic just beyond his grasp 
While his sister sits behind me,
 Watching the hummingbirds 
 Who gather at the feeder 
She can see through the sliding glass door, 
While I, distracted by them both, 
And by the deer who wander by, 
Forget to listen for my toast, 
Eventually rising to butter 
Two cold hard slices of bread. 
How can such peace exist 
In a country so at war with itself?

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