Social creatures, humans elaborately ornate Fighting over the way it sounds,repeated Odd offshoot, cambria herald branches extended Weathervane spins lazily under grey skies Social isolation.
Ring bell for service
The glass doors opened.Swoosh of air; friendly chime, (I remember a time before now) He greeted me sternly. It was cold in the shop, you the warmth radiating from memory uncurled coils of rope Whispering against the floor.
Crisp
Bottle-brush tail flicks, Disappeared into a blur; Winter leaves falling.
Good morning
Grey skies opened up, Gifting the earth with moisture; The plants are happy.
Strained, sprained, & other ailments aside
I dreamed of rainbows muted hovering & oh golly geeze this twitch won't go away just above the eye socket and below brow rapidly moving signals translating into the most out of control I've ever been
