Pictures of Cats Bringing Me Spirituality Information
Pictures of cats pictures of kittens cats when they were young I place them on my mantle.
Gracie and Charlotte Bronte high prized kitties that I love.
Maxwell bites the cats feet when she thinks I am not looking.
She wants to make them run...
they do.
She wants to be top dog...
she is.
She is the only dog.
In her mind she is a wolf from the forest no matter she only stands eighteen inches to the top of her dear little head.
Charlotte or Gracie killed a fledgling not one single flight will that bird know.
I found it on the walkway ants taking away its lifeless tomb leaving only tiny feathers.
Gracie checks the yard for more.
Two cats on the prowl doing what cats do.
Sad though.
I think I'll keep them inside from this morning on.
Toads nuzzle deep into the grass I fear I'll step on them one day.
Eyes peering up among green blades pretending I don't see them.
I do.
"Maxwell, Charlotte and Gracie! Look here at who I have discovered!" They come they look look up at me very unimpressed.
The toad nuzzles down even further as we all walk away.
I tie orchids to trees with black netting.
Each year my prizes bloom some fragrant, some not all luscious.
I buy new ones on occasion and introduce them to the old crowd.
I imagine them talking into the night feeling the rain the sun sharing each days treasures colors from other plants.
Papaya trees grow from seeds it does not take long at all.
Dark brown nuggets that hold a future once they feel the soil surrounded by a pot later to be transplanted to live with the big boys bringing lush round fruit with orange centers.
Trade winds come we are refreshed by the breeze nothing quite like it sending spirituality information so beautifully to this earth.
Trade winds pushing vog a nearby volcanoes voice spoken as smoke past this house and on to the oceans vacancy.
The rain at times feels unending I paint inside my world.
Pictures of cats pictures of kittens cats when they were young.
Maxwell being a good ol' dog my yard of orchids and Papaya trees and me blessed by their spirituality information and loving them all.
Gracie and Charlotte Bronte high prized kitties that I love.
Maxwell bites the cats feet when she thinks I am not looking.
She wants to make them run...
they do.
She wants to be top dog...
she is.
She is the only dog.
In her mind she is a wolf from the forest no matter she only stands eighteen inches to the top of her dear little head.
Charlotte or Gracie killed a fledgling not one single flight will that bird know.
I found it on the walkway ants taking away its lifeless tomb leaving only tiny feathers.
Gracie checks the yard for more.
Two cats on the prowl doing what cats do.
Sad though.
I think I'll keep them inside from this morning on.
Toads nuzzle deep into the grass I fear I'll step on them one day.
Eyes peering up among green blades pretending I don't see them.
I do.
"Maxwell, Charlotte and Gracie! Look here at who I have discovered!" They come they look look up at me very unimpressed.
The toad nuzzles down even further as we all walk away.
I tie orchids to trees with black netting.
Each year my prizes bloom some fragrant, some not all luscious.
I buy new ones on occasion and introduce them to the old crowd.
I imagine them talking into the night feeling the rain the sun sharing each days treasures colors from other plants.
Papaya trees grow from seeds it does not take long at all.
Dark brown nuggets that hold a future once they feel the soil surrounded by a pot later to be transplanted to live with the big boys bringing lush round fruit with orange centers.
Trade winds come we are refreshed by the breeze nothing quite like it sending spirituality information so beautifully to this earth.
Trade winds pushing vog a nearby volcanoes voice spoken as smoke past this house and on to the oceans vacancy.
The rain at times feels unending I paint inside my world.
Pictures of cats pictures of kittens cats when they were young.
Maxwell being a good ol' dog my yard of orchids and Papaya trees and me blessed by their spirituality information and loving them all.
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