solitude brought

its one of those cold
early fall days
the sun tries to give
light through thick
grey cloud cover
succeeding but then
failing

somewhere out there
i hear someone doing
the last lawn mow
of the year

here's to the optimist

i've been watching my cats
chase each other all
morning the little white
one chases
the big grey one
and then vice versa
their feet sound like
small concrete shoes
across the linoleum
of the kitchen floor

those are the only
sounds here

those and the tap tap
of computer keys

DWC