
congress in session
a trio of cowbirds perch aloft, screaming
on skeletal limbs of a wintering elm
surveying the work of more diligent
nesters while scheming a plan
to evict them come spring
~kat~

congress in session
a trio of cowbirds perch aloft, screaming
on skeletal limbs of a wintering elm
surveying the work of more diligent
nesters while scheming a plan
to evict them come spring
~kat~

afternoon sun
warm glowing orb
grey skies blushed blue
the honey-soaked earth glimmering…
entranced am I by the droning rhythm
of QWERTY keys on a deadline
~kat~

vision obscured
ice frosted
opaqueness
glaring
diffused light
driving blind
~kat~

black crow, cackles,
buzzards prowl, circling
predators in black on blue
cars swerve around roadkill,
a heap of fur, unrecognizable,
its death vapors rising
~kat~
I swerved ’round a dead skunk on the road this morning on my way to work, slightly smashed from tire treads, a fluff of black, red and white. The sky natives were restless. And so, another Cherita documenting life on the edge of drear.

Raindrops on double-layered, resin-laminated glass
heavy, grey fog obscures the distant mountain vista;
scrawny winter trees, black-wet, line acres of partitioned asphalt
I sit, sipping jasmine, sugar-sweet tea under fluorescent yellow strobes
and see my red fiat 500c sandwiched between two SUV’s, my escape from the madness
what I wouldn’t give for a puddle to stomp but the grated abyss has devoured it
~kat
Another view from Cubicle-World on this bleak winter’s day captured a la Cherita. I typically lunch at my desk…blah…blah…blah. And occasionally I am pleasantly interrupted from the drear by my muse…or maybe it is just the rain. 🙂