It’s a repeat of yesterday morning coffee muses.
Blue morning skies above green autumn trees.
Leaves fall singly from still green trees.
There’s a pale lavender rose on the bush by the pink pig.
Squirrels play ring around the oak trunk, chasing up and down in spiral runs… one, two, three.
Titmice visit the feeder for the first time this week and cardinals tweet in the trees.
A lone crow flies over voicing a plaintive kaw… kaw… kaw…
A blue jay screeching jay… jay… jay at the world from across the road being answered by another.
Soaring high over it all, a vulture looks down…
A mockingbird decides it’s time to sing, and joins the chorus.
I think it’s time for breakfast…
