You can tell it's almost October. Spencer is a lot heavier with his winter coat coming in.
Great for lifting weights.
Green leaves will turn to rust.
Sunrises more pink, more candyish.
And other cats from the neighbourhood come to stare at little birds.
(Goldy included)
It's colder at the ocean. The grass is brown and taut.
Soon, the birdbath that Smokey loves so much, will be frozen over.
Maybe not, since the experts promise this to be a mild winter.
Time to wear cozy hats. Like the one Bo is modelling.
She looks so pleased....
"Something told the wild geese it was time to go. ....."
"Though the fields lay golden....."
"Something whispered.....'snow'...."
"Leaves were green and stirring...."
"Berries, luster-glossed...."
"But beneath warm feathers......"
"Something cautioned....'frost'......"
"All the sagging orchards......."
"Steamed with amber spice..."
"But each wild breast stiffened at remembered ice...."
"Something told the wild geese......"
"It was time to fly......Summer on their wing, winter in their cry."
(POEM: Something Told the Wild Geese, by Rachel Field 1894-1942.
American fiction writer, and children's fiction award winning writer)
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