My bright-eyed busy cat sat at the window, watching large snowflakes tumble from the sky. Were they feathers? Small birds? She patted the glass longingly. How disappointed she would have been to find that they were cold, and wet, and no fun. Her wondering innocence stayed safe inside with me.
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David Rochester
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September 19, 2006 Fifty Words: Winter Day
January 17, 2007 01:28 AM EST
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Nice image of the cat pondering the temptations of the outside world.