Morning Oklahoma July Sky
Watching the sun as Earth rolls over this morning.
Beautiful light in the clouds.
Those two scissored-tails, flying side-by-side now, their children on their own. They make half a circle, wing-to-wing, fast.
On the porch, I notice arrival of a flock of something in the Hackberry tree: smallish, blackish birds – like crows, but not. They make a monotone, staccato, “chunk” sound. Seem menacing; disturbing the peace. But they don’t stay long.
It’s a cool morning; heavy dew in the grass. Orange Day Lilies, still closed for the night.
Sunlight strikes the porch, warms the east side of my face.
Gnats, flies. Dogs snoozing.
A red cardinal: “Too-ree-bo. Too-ree-bo. Too-ree-bo.”
Breeze stirring now.
A turtle dove.
A mockingbird.
I’m attaching to that brave little black kitten with the white paws. Yesterday, it let me hold it.
