Monday Morning....

             Morning world. Happy Monday.  It means  Smokey, from the house on the hill,  at the door.                                                                              Peering in.

                  Bunny peering out. The camera trained on the mountains.

                Mt Washington Range blue, grey and white, like a civil war quilt, parched for winter snow.

                          Smokey sitting on the fence. Staring at the chickens next door. Then staring at me.

         And then more  mountains. Not much winter left.
                                          We can pretend that it was winter.

   Smokey and his brother, Spencer, down together from their house. Here to visit. To have a snack.                            
            To loll in the sun, that shines over the mountain, that looms above to the sky.

 And padding through green grass. In March. On a Monday. To find sun.

  Beautiful Cordelia, from the house behind, stands on her Moai. Watching. Watching the other cats. Careful to not stray from her perch. Careful not to let them know that she is there. The sun washes over the Moai and she snoozes.

                I watch  Smokey fall asleep at the door. Again and again.  In the sun.
        On a Monday morning. Till he and Spencer take to their well-pawed trail, and head home.