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ten owls at the crack of noon

swiveling their heads trying to find a clearer view

but the sun is blinding

and the skyline is blocking the view

their shuttered eyes are unfocused but clear

the ocean reflects the sorrow of the city dwellers

waves rolling as if in anguish

crashing on the shore to show their angst

leaving its inhabitants on the shore 

scattered like the toys of a small child

Note to... whomever...

To whom this may concern (or not), 


I am in need (more in want) of a Savannah cat so I can make my neighbors jealous when I walk my new cat on a leash down the street. If you are interested in buying me one, I might love you forever (however this is not a guarantee). 


Thank you. 


Love, Brigitta 


*P.S. I want to name my cat after an inanimate object, let me know what you think would work best. ♥

(Photo: Jason Douglas / Wiki Commons / public domain)