May Morning
All night the canyon winds have slammed the house, loud noises keeping us awake and anxious. This morning gravel paths are strewn with rose petals, hollyhock leaves, small limbs of cottonwood. Front porch pots knocked over, lying on their sides, their leaves like tangled hair.
Big orange cat
Crouched under the feeders
Waits for hummingbird brunch
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