The stars were beginning their nightly show, and Izzy counted them as they arrived; a dim one winking to life … More
Tag: cat
Mom at the Apple Tree
Pooka sits on my chest as if she were a mother hen. I think she thinks, My girl is warm. … More
tired, writing
The stars were beginning their nightly show, and Izzy counted them as they arrived; a dim one winking to life … More
Pooka sits on my chest as if she were a mother hen. I think she thinks, My girl is warm. … More