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SUBTLE SHIFTS ©By Russ



Mist and fog move in slow subtle movements to surround the cabin. First the tallest trees dissapear and with each tiny shift of cool gray, another part of my world is erased. A single high pitched reed like squeak tells me a baby squirrel, hidden in a nest nearby, has awakened. A small bird, orange, black, and spotted white,hops forward on both feet, and drags them back to scratch the earth in search of hidden seeds. Two doves vie for first positon at the feeder..the agressor’s wing snaps out in mock slap and the other retreats. The dogs lie near the bed where Em still sleeps, watching closely for some sign that she’s awake; morning walks are the high point of their day. A loud jay swoops down to vex all who can hear, with it’s rude early morning noise. A sleek raven crosses low over the yard, spots me and banks hard towards the safety of the trees that climb a neighboring ridge. The happy tapping of dog toenails across the wooden floor signals that Em is about to arise. Em moves the spotted robin to the basket outside for the day. He’s standing now, but is far too wobbly for release. Dogs and Em go down the lane while Jimmy circles around my legs in anxious expectation of a morning meal. Perhaps he is a french cat because instead of meow, meow, he says mois.. mois.. But 'me', in any other language means the same. So in answer I go back into the cabin to get him his breakfast, albeit canned American cat cuisine.
Russ





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