Cat Watching

I tried out a new paint program (new for me) called Seashore. I like it. Of course my work is awful but I think I will practice more using Seashore and hopefully improve on my tablet work. There is just something so awkward about it that I can't seem to overcome. Anyway here is the outcome of today's work and an old poem that I wrote way back in the 80's.

The air smells like wood smoke

And crisp frost

And you walk

Along the way

Singing hopeful songs

And you

Trod on each

Fallen leaf

In your pathway.

And my black cat

Laughs at you

When he sees you

Scuffing along

As if you lost

Your way

In the evening

Of your life.

Do you look

To the night

Or is there

Somewhere else

You want to go?

Does your heart

Leap

With joy

At the greyness

Coming soon?

You walk

Into the wall of fog

Still singing

Still hoping

And the

Autumn leaves

Trail along

Behind you

In the breeze.

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