NIght sky
Cloud-like layers hang in the air
Silence, once jet noise, rings of freedom
To get from here to there in hours’ time
The send from there to here for just a few dimes
Guaranteed delivery by next-day air
Supply chain in the physical cloud
Knights in white satin?
Exhausted to deliver
Us along with the goods
A lifeline for our way of life
Gwendoly working on a load of dirt and leaves
Dusk
Marble hogging the cheese
Cranes reflecting before they fly north
The moon dancing around in line with Pullox and Castor. A jetline on the left, Jupiter on the right.
A few stars
What’s El Vato checking out?
Did you guess?
Loki iridescenting it the sunshine
Spunk tried to be iridescent. Fail!
While we were out in the garden, Spunk brought his tail out and blessed the deck.
Loki
Fuzzy moon
Sunset
A two-headed Gooseness monster in a sea of red.
Red hue at dusk
The moon and Jupiter partnered up to square dance with Castor and Pollux last night.
Sunrise
Scoopy’s view of the cranes at sunrise
Loki and Silver
Loki being off center and not even
Spunk blessed the new baby Tarantula with his tail. Mama Tarantula is on her way.
A silver-haired Sasquatch sand surfing on Scoopy
The silver-haired Sasquatch was hanging ten before he went for a weird balance to hang five. SHS and Scoopy were defying gravity.
Coyote: “That silver-haired Sasquatch is a weirdo!”
The cats don’t care about no stinking silver-haired Sasquatch sand surfing on Scoopy!
The sandias were orange tonight.
Twilight Dawn
Dawn
Loki stretch
Spunk calls his latest art piece, “Standing By My Cat Door!”
Glenda Sphinxing
Redwing Blackbirds watching the sun set.
Who’s horsing around?
Jake is not the only one who’s frisky in the sub-freezing temperatures.
No horsing around with you pesky Paparazzo!
A jungle kitty
Basked under a blue grow light
Daylight in Darkness
Glenda
Treed
When Sasquatch ventured back again
The scoop shovel was standing straight up on end
It stood there straight, it stood there bold
When he tried to grab it, only his shadow took hold
“Strange, is it true? Am I only a legend, a story told?”
“A mythical creature like Skinwalkers of old?”
After he couldn’t get the scoop
He wondered what he would tell the group
Are they real or surreal or just mythical beings
Stradling dimensions, mostly unseen
By humans stuck between two and fourth
Who sometimes get a sighting as he slips between floors
An anomaly that ripples space and time’s clear hue
A slight tear in the fabric that offers a view
Whether the story is true or simply belied
As the Sasquatch scoop shovel saga unfolds
So go discoveries in darkness and cold
“Sasquatch can slip through dimensions and grab kitties for breakfast? We think you need to leave Sasquatch be Paparazzo I am, and fix us a plate of green eggs and ham!”
Marble: “I’m not afraid of no stinking inter-dimensional Sasquatch! Spunk will whip Sasquatch with his tail, make art out of him, and then kick his butt again!”
Sunrise
Cranes in the evening
Off Center & Not Even 