The cat died hours ago for rigormortis had set in. I dutifully set out to
get my shovel to bury the cat. I returned and knelt down to scoop up the
furry, cardboard object. All of a sudden, it's eyes fluttered open. I
whacked the furball over the head. Don't change for me darlin'.
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David
Tree filament. Hummingbird's prattle. Hand which weaves rainwater. Wisps
morning rise into wildfire. Sun rage across azure sand. Lunar sliver. Lid
slam upon tangle. Dream pulse on brow. Shaking off thin wings. Iridescence.
Rainbow cloak cast aside. Hunched branches toss natty dread. Obsidian
secrets. Mystery glints on shadow. Forced link slips. Empty lonely hole.
Zoe