Dee likes to sneak out when she can and head straight for the grass on the side of the front porch. Normally, I grab her up and bring her back in right away, but I thought I'd let her get some fresh air and enjoy her grass this time. Besides, I needed a new picture. Or two.
On the PAD front, I got my poem submitted last night for Day 1 (prompt: Communication).
A Voicemail to My Muse
I've been trying to reach you all day,
and you haven't returned my calls.
You'd think it'd be easier for us to connect
but sometimes you're so far out of reach
you might as well be on another planet.
Call me back. I really need to speak with you.