Wow
85 degrees and over
what's a temperate cat to do?
slip away to the shore
Look who's lurking
by the CATS entrance
In the mood
for fast food
Get the ball
get the ball
Sometimes I wonder if
certain over-burdened types
don't resent my apparent leisure
No fork-lifting
no lifting fork
It's my little pals
we saw each other coming in on the bus
with their unsmiling Mexican babysitter,
they said hello to me
Running down to Crab Cove
little kids often seem to love old gray RAY
As I veered on my way
one called after, bye,
Bye-bye, have fun
The heat is unrelieved
at the beach
Fat ground squirrels
bask in it on
sun-hot rocks
The shorebirds
don't seem to mind,
If I take a quick dunk
then join the squirrels
As soon as I was dry
I was too hot again,
Had to move to a lifeboat
a picnic table in the shade of a tree
Time passed,
had refreshment,
then a subtle stirring
coming south from the Gate
A boy climbed up
to feel the first cool breeze
Raises his arms
instinctually
taking flight
Sometimes
when you go up high
It's not as easy
to come back down
It's not Summer anymore
the trees up the street are varicolored
the sun moves apace
Loveliness
blows in with the breeze
white egret fishing
A state of universal
compassion for the earth
and all living things
Earth art clocks
they keep turning
and will continue to
with and without you
Kids investigate the mud
of low tide
An older boy brings out
a dog on a leash,
not permitted actually
with all our delicate birds
He seems responsible though
and the kids warmly greet the dog,
small celebrations
I vicariously join in
Wonder and novelty
available
for all concerned
Time for me to fish
or cut bait,
See you later, Alameda
27 September 2016
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