NaPoWriMo Day Seventeen – National Haiku Day

I was thinking about some of the things that were just setting in last year – changes at work, figuring out grocery shopping etc.

year that slipped away
isolation fell like snow
to weirding quiet

often day’s high point
lunch taken from the front steps
with the birch and birds

in the confusion
the days where much was unknown
the daily felt safe.

also had a nice moment of recalling the first two cats – here they are in 1985 photo as babies – Maggie and Bill