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"A Cloudy Day" (by Joe DiMino)
A cloudy morning
Backyard not quite
Rising as usual
Mr. Cat lazily sprawled across a lounge
Nods cordially to birds
At the fountain
A leap near when spry
But for now
A safe yawn away;
Birds seeming to miss
Sun even more
Warmth of him
Penetrating fountain-shower
And deep into shallow pool
Of communal bath,
So ancient a ritual
They appear
Somewhat disjointed
By the coolness,
Thinking the Sun this day
More a thief of sorts,
Having absconded with something
Rightfully theirs as his,
Needing a screen of haze
For himself and the
Gilt of himself
A common hoarder
Refusing to give just share to his Commonwealth
Of gold
Blossoms confused as to
Which way to turn;
Bees staying close
To their massive hive
An obvious connection;
Yet I am off to work
My nature oblivious to all;
Except the clock,
Light or dark,
Or somewhere dimly between
Yet clearly
Always the ticking same
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