a squirrel waits outside
my window his head bobs
to the left to the right
to a rhythm buried deep
in the tumultuous sky
Pippin our cat purrs
as if one can wait tense
and unaware of everything
except the trees waving
nonchalantly in the breeze
three magi wait together
one oblivious to two
one desires the other
one writes it all down
to frame a world
(November 18, 2015)
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