Keep on Keeping on

Looking at the Harvest Moon through the pecan tree. No clouds this morning. I feel blessed by the moon. And by a little bird that is tucked up on an inside ledge of the porch ceiling. A little grey-brown bird, with its head firmly in the corner, as if it feels if it can’t see the world, the world can’t see it. Well, I didn’t see it until my eye followed a tiny tree frog going up the post. For all I know the little bird has been there for days. I’ve been in and out the door, the cats wander be...