please be silent in the stacks...

my cat in evening time

8/30/25

it's the end of summer sunset

orange brighter than my morning juice

and squeezed like the last bits of brightness are

finally leaving this world.

my cat sits facing the window, but this time,

i spy her mirror image in the glass,

nearly transparent, you'd almost miss it if you wasted your attention.

and it's her alright, that little visage though barely there, is still there.

there are two of her, but one day there will be just one.

hopes to heaven

8/13/25

there is only a little sliver of sun left

but my furry daughter will contort herself into the

smallest thing you've ever seen

just to swallow it back to whole across her body

i struggle to restrain my hands from burying into her

and soak up her sunwarmed scent for just one moment

this way, how the sun permeates from one being to the

next, over and over till it goes cold

but rising again in the morning to toast us back up

i hope heaven is a lttle like that for you