Cats on the back deck voice hot contention, breaking in on my dreams. I yell for Quiet…
Considering their request, a thought weighs in even as I roll back over: Is God this callous?
Perhaps the Eternal wakes to my own howl, weighs the irritating thought, and rolls back over.
Michael Theroux writes from his cubby-hole home office in Northern California. Michael is presently shifting from decades of developing and publishing science-based socio-political works toward publication of poetry and fiction. Much more satisfying…
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