Pale sunlight through the Norfolk pine at the window casts dappled shadows on the woven rug.
Red and Duffy spar in this arena, wisps of dog hair flying from their coats in the shafts of light.
Duffy yelps like a quacking duck, either from exertion or joy.
Red takes a fold of the carpet in his teeth and tugs.
They rest a moment, shoring up energy like warriors from an episode of Dragonball Z. And then the games begin again.
Thoughts on writing and reading
the view from my precarious perch
Bespoke.Like you.
Snapshots of the simple life.
Author of Black Jesus and Other Superheroes
Fun, Family, Friends & Food
poet .:. homeschool mom of 5 .:. by grace alone through faith alone
Landscape with Headless Mama
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E.E. Nobbs - poet
living life with just enough of eveything
My Writing Life
Artista, Caótico e Índigo. Un caminante nómada creando su propia leyenda... Suelo cantar y sueño con escribir profesionalmente.
