Do you hear it, kittens? Do you feel it, when you lay your hand upon your heart?
We hold our breath on Christmas Eve. Can the promises hold our weight, though we are not kittens anymore? Can we hang onto all we believed, though are arms are full of grown-up things?
Autumn is in the eyes of the beholder. Is it homework, or cardigans with pockets big enough to carry kittens? Is it decay, or farm stands selling warty gourds with googly eyes? Is it the last belch of the year, or a belated beginning?
Charm City did not live up to its nickname for its most invisible resident. While tourists canoodled over soft-shell crabs and ambled arm-in-arm along Baltimore’s Inner Harbor, the grizzled grey cat tiptoed the outer circle.