to make America great again deals are sealed with sharpie pens exploiting fabricated mandates to fuel the desperate masses’ hate as promised cruelty is delivered at breakneck speed to make us shiver destroying the hope of immigrants and quashing voices of dissent they laud the vilest of the vile forcing birth, ignoring the child rights are for sale if you have cash “great” depends on who you ask die hards tow the maga line you know it’s just a matter of time before the carnage hits their door and shows them what they voted for
~kat
It’s distressing to know that people close to me voted for this madness. When I ask what they think about all that is happening, they tell me they just don’t watch the news anymore. It’s like a blow to my heart by a drive by voter who never looks back to see the destruction left in the wake of their patriotic malfeasance. Before the election. They didn’t want to hear my concerns…and after, well it’s time to move on. They won they think. They don’t realize we all lost something precious that cold day in November…
I can’t leave you on this note of gloom. You and I both need a glimmer or two, so, here you go… mourning doves mourning the empty feeders, fighting with the squirrels over the last morsels, and our resident rodent being quite dramatic, especially when he noticed me peering out the window…rest assured the feeders were replenished to the brim after this performance!
when the night sky grows dark the earth comes to life the constellation of stars above and flitting fireflies below twinkle bright peepers peep and screech owls shriek the rain-swelled creek percolates who can sleep? I spend hours wide awake
shadows stretch softly through the trees heavy with leaves many shades of green
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when the sun returns after days of drenching rain we forget the grey
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I whispered a wish to the emptiness of night that stars might hear me tossed coins into still fountains hoping for more than ripples
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you might have noticed something is amiss these days check in with your heart
~kat
A few haiku and a tanka…streams of subconsciousness…a meandering sort of day. A little work, a little play. And the sun has finally made an appearance after days of heavy rain. The ground is damp…well, moist if you must know. And all seems peaceful and right in my little patch of green.
I had a conversation with a squirrel today. He very much likes the table I set for him. I didn’t mention that the feeders he’s feasting from are for the birds! I just smile and nod and tell him how happy I am he likes sunflower seeds.
Note to Self: I must tuck this feeling away for a rainy day…or the end of democracy…I am sure I’ll need this glimmer in my back pocket to get me through whatever comes next.
Much love, peace and glimmers to you.
~kat
And before I close, a snapshot of my little friend who agreed to pose for me. ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
A Noctuidae Sighting on Bramlett Mountain ~kat 2025
new moth
sheltered from the rain a moth perched under the eaves ‘twas a moist owlet!
~kat 😄
I discovered a new bug this evening. A moth actually. I was able to snap a photo so I could look it up. This particular moth comes on a variety of colors and I realized I have seen these before in brown. But this was the first black one I’ve seen.
It is a Noctuidae, its name of the type genus Noctua, which is the Latin name for little owl or commonly referred to as owlet. It also goes by the names, armyworm or cutworm because the larvae of this group can form destructive swarms that cut through the stems of plants.
Given my recent poem featuring the word “moist” I could not resist having a little fun with words. Not only did I learn about a new bug but I found the perfect opportunity to use this cringeworthy word again! Win-win. So now you know the rest of the story! haha
Much love, peace and moist glimmers to you! ~kat✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
the quiet murmur of warm rain falling softly boughs heavy hang low berries swelling on the vine wild earth blushed in deep green
~kat
Moist…why is this such a taboo word? When someone utters it, people wince and cringe. Ewww!!!!
We’re having rain. Rain that can only described as moist. The air, every strand of my curling hair, my clothes, my skin all feel damp, and well…moist. The kind you feel in your bones. The kind that pools in low-lying spots on the ground. The kind of rain that breathes life into every living thing and turns the trees, shrubs and grass a deep jewel-toned shade of green. If not today when? I shall say it again with glee! How moist today is! It’s a perfectly fine word…moist…especially on days like these!
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