A tiny clay mushroom glazed
And fired to reveal a forager
Apples left for Does, Bucks
Uneaten except for the bees
That swarm
Black crickets chirping
The sound slicing through
The night silence
The lone black and white cat
Flees for a safe refuge
His hunting forgotten
The river current time changes
As the coyotes respond in kind
howling
© Reneé Espriu
Photo is my own digitized as art
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