I walk through our tall flower garden in the back yard. I close my eyes and feel and smell the flowers. They are as tall as corn, and of many different varieties. I turn around and walk back through them toward the house. I hear robins singing. I feel a tugging in my left vest pocket. I find a robin squirming in there. A yellow cat has also jumped up into the crook of my left arm. I walk to the back screen door to show G.
Rowdy’s Dream Blog #300: Is That A Robin In Your Pocket?
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