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slant rays blink out
a cool breeze drags
the sunset in

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cool shade
glorious fungi
beneath the immense trees
ripe for plucking
board feet for billionaires

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https://horrorkujournal.blogspot.com/

I have the daily poem at horror senryu journal today.

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I broke a window in a church, my church, when I was about 16. I had a scar on my hand for decades. It has finally faded. The cause was rather banal, actually. We were rehearsing for a play and needed to run an extension cord from the basement, out the window, and in a window upstairs. I volunteered to get this done, but I couldn't get the basement window to open. God knows how long it had been since anyone tried. So, being a teenager, I whacked on the window to jar it loose. Glass is a liquid, not a solid, but only over centuries. not fractions of a second. So the glass didn't have time to flow away from my hand; it broke instead. I went upstairs, clutching my bleeding right hand with my left, and a couple of church ladies helped me get it all bandaged up. I was a cautious kid, and this was actually the worst injury I inflicted on myself before I became an adult. And if you don't count one measly near-fatal traffic accident, I think it is still the worst injury I have suffered. But that's another story, which I might have told at one time or another here.

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one more last cold night
and one more first hot day
spring

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We have had half a dozen cats over the years, but only one is still living. Years ago a young adult male cat adopted us by persistently hanging around outside our door and trying to get in the house. At first we didn't let him in because we had an old male cat who was not feeling too well. We didn't want him to be bullied. But finally, we let Simon in on a trial basis. He was so gentle and nice we let him stay. Well, Orpheus died of cancer and then we had only one cat again. He was mainly an outdoor cat. He came in for food, and he stayed if it was very cold or raining. Otherwise, he was living rough. Then one day we discovered the smallest cat you've ever seen, living under our grill on the deck. She adopted Simon as her big brother and pestered him mercilessly. We started putting food out for her and she ate it readily, but she was wild, and would let no one near her. Eventually, my wife tempted her to come inside by putting a food bowl just inside the open door. She moved it a little farther in every day. One day the cat came in just a bit too far and the door was closed. We kept her in for a couple of weeks and then started letting her out whenever she wanted to go. Sappho was ours from then on, but it took her a full year before she would let my wife get close enough to touch her. As the years went by she got more and more socialized so that she would let almost anybody scratch her. She still doesn't want to be picked up. She is still very wary of people, even people in her own family, but right now she is lying here beside me. Her claws are out, and I can't let my fingers get too close or there will be trouble. Sime things don't change.

Simon died a few years ago, and we still miss him a lot. No other cat has tried to adopt us, yet.

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sea sand sailing
cease and sale ink
C's ends ailing