Sunday, December 22, 2019

12,403. DEEP, DEEP

DEEP, DEEP
Handlebars in the headlights.
A black cat lurks beneath the
row of hedges. Carlita's pieces
of pumpkin from Halloween
are yet on the ground beneath
the oaks. She threw it there,
whole, in November  -  and
the squirrels have it reduced
to nil. Feast or famine, I guess.

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