I watch two ladies walk their chocolate colored dogs together. Their voices drift over the snow and rise like leaking helium balloons, bouncing off the icy white crust of the earth. The oak leaves rustle in the sunlight. Some things are melting but the news tells us a new storm is on its way.
The cat reminds me of a cloud with a head. He drifts there on the couch, smiling in his sleep, fangs protruding.
At the birdfeeder I see a female cardinal with such an enormous crest that from her silhouette I think we have a cockatoo visiting us.
O, the feathered heads.
Oh, the snoozing cats.
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