Subterranean
What's going on down under. . . ?
The climate lately has been cold enough to send shivers down your back. Just something brief today to reflect on how the ones who seem most vulnerable in our world find shelter to weather the storm.
Thanks for taking a moment to check in.
Subterranean The black cat in a blur of paws crosses the frosted street coated with a layer of sleet from last night’s ice storm and slips into the sewer. Underground everything is warm.



I love this poem. I love cats, too. I love the intuitiveness of this poem. It speaks volumes to me about so much in life. This is one of those poems that says, "Every moment is a poem."
Thanks, Reg!