Dustball likes to visit me in the growhouse
She acts as a guard cat late into the night as I root cuttings or do
transplanting...she brushes her tail against my leg
periodically to say "Hi" while rubbing her cat scent on me...The night deepens
with brilliant stars shining above...a freight train roars
across the corn fields jut a mile away with diesel horn
warning empty crossings...my American flag softly flutters in the
warm breeze.
Thank you Father. Thank you for Dustball, Rusty, Cougar, all the
cactus, the perfect night...everything. Thank you. |
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