Pets,plants,pipes…

Today is day two I’ve freezing weather

I made a pan of squash soup from squash cooked in early fall and tucked into freezer. 

Several hours ago, a ring-tailed cat walked by on our fence catching my eye from the window. It looked at me as it tried to get a drink of water from our rain bucket.it was hunkered down in the stiff winter gales.  When I opened the door it flew up the fence clearly skittish. I put a bowl of water out and my beloved opened a can of tuna and took to the house where it lived no cracked open garage for shelter against the weather. The 311 operators we called were not optimistic.

I posted to our neighborhood weblog. Replies poured in as everyone brainstormed. We took a box with warm bedding …others are keeping an eye for the folks who live in the house. I have some questions for the cat’s owners myself. 

The sun has just set. Forecasted low  tonight-22 , same tomorrow. Keep warm Kitty… 


Nancilynn Saylor 

January 2017

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“…to every thing there is a season”

While working last week, my friend and I heard a thump

on the plate glass picture window of the shop…

I had a sickening feeling in my stomach

because I’ve heard such thumps

before.

I sighed as I went to the door and looked out.

A small bird lay, stunned, below on the sidewalk.

Rushing over, I stooped and gathered her up in my hand.

She was a tiny, immature female Cardinal.

My very favorite bird-  more admired and revered even above an Eagle.

They often appear to me and remind me of loved ones  who are gone.

I took the tiny creature inside.  Her neck wobbled too freely.

My friend held her as

I reached for a small box to set her in.

     In my heart

I wanted her to just be stunned. My brain

knew better.

Her feathers were as soft as kitten fur.

Before I could turn back

her spirit slipped away.

Her season

so soon

was over.

©Nancilynn Saylor

photo from Pintrest of immature female Cardinal

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Poem for a Zebra Long wing

I watch

you dip and fly

dancing, leaf to leaf,

taking ease any place you land-

eluding my lens as if I mean to steal your soul.

Your visage burns into my memory

I have no designs on your soul-

just an image to sustain me

through winter’s coming chill.

© Nancilynn Saylor

Photo of Zebra Long Wing Butterfly

resting on  Magnolia tree limb.

 

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