Bend

Early: leaves gathered. (Looks more like letting go ruminated your oldest cat from chair in momentary sun.)(We think their hue deepens before lavender shift whispered your canaries.)(I thought yellow was for spring said your youngest cat from windowsill.)(You’re so concrete said his sister.)(pgmnts rsst lbls texted your younger cat.) You hung suet, feeders; brought mealworms, water, fresh nectar. You steeped tea, worked. (I roll with pigments said your younger dog from grass.)(Didn’t know you could relax echoed your oldest dog.)(Well I might be an encouraging force said your youngest dog proudly.) Willow moon curves toward spontaneity.