Kitty in window Oversees lovers at play Blissfully unfree · September cricket Sings a dusky requiem- Rests as cars roar by — That crooked tree must be balancing out the rest of the earth. For she is bent in a gnarly shape, superficially ugly, with patches of green leaves ready to die.  Bending shoots of dead branches testify to the sickness within. She is innocent-no … Continue reading POETRY: Kitties, Crickets and Crooked Branches