The Morning Porch

June 3, 2011 by Dave Bonta

Against the sky criss-crossed by contrails, the sudden whiskers of a squirrel peering over the roof’s edge, fixing me in a bug-eyed stare.

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marly youmans

June 14, 2011 at 2:05 pm

Love the jump from contrails to whiskers to bug-eyed stare…

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