Unleaving

What a drear day! It might as well be "a drizzly November in my soul," though there are too many leaves for that.

The dog Susquehanna is curled up in her hyper-insulated house. That cats are in ouroboros position. Grackles are hopping across the porch, nabbing pebbles of dog food without much fear—hopping back again and toppling down the steps, beaks wide.

A dank Fall has arrived, though I