Another wonder the day brought was that the brave feral kitten approached within six feet of me as I sat on the porch, and then remained there alternately napping and looking at me for several minutes. Almost as wondrous, the least-brave kitten snoozed on the lawn only a few feet farther off, and didn't run away when I got up to return indoors. It's amazing what a bit of kitty food can accomplish.
Ready to be amazed by a mild week.
Sunday Verse
Summer
by W.S. Merwin
Be of this brightness dyed
Whose unrecking fever
Flings gold before it goes
Into voids finally
That have no measure.
Bird-sleep moonset,
Island after island,
Be of their hush
On this tide that balance
A time, for a time.
Islands are not forever,
Nor this light again,
Tide-set, brief summer,
Be of their secret
That fears no other.