Some they do and some they don't, and some you just can't tell... Some they will, and some they won't, for some it's just as well.

"There's always been true love, but in my day, you either talked yourself into thinking you had it, or you talked yourself into thinking you didn't need it." - Janet Evanovich, Explosive Eighteen

Taken at CARA community animal rescue and adoption, Inc

Taken at Jackson, Mississippi

Taken at CARA community animal rescue and adoption, Inc

Taken at CARA community animal rescue and adoption, Inc

There's a crack in my bedroom ceiling.
A small thing, just
the ghost of a crack repaired long ago
under the dusty layer
of stippled plaster
and faded paint.

It reminds me of a bird drawn by children,
two arcs joined hanging
over a slanted house
with the requisite apple tree
and a shining sun.

Nightly in my bed the shine from the street slips
thru my window blinds
and the bird circles,
aimlessly
over my dreams.

I wiggle my toes & stretch. Radar is still buried under the comforter down by my feet. If I move, he'll be up & ready to go.

Buffy is purring steadily on the other pillow, but he'll be licking me on the cheek soon if I don't get up. Domino snoozes down on the corner of the bed, paws curled his body.

It's cool in the room, and warm in my bed... one of the best feelings in the world. It's stopped raining outside but I can still hear the drips fall from the roof & trees. There's the whirr of my ceiling fan, the last of the dripping rain, and the occasional car or truck as the day starts for the world.

Somehow it still feels silent. Even the birds are subdued so far, the dawn chorus hasn't begun.

And so it begins.