Published by

K Mark Schofer

It’s cold this morning

hinting at snow

We could use the snow

Here I am in the cul-de-sac.

What am I doing here.

Oh a black cat.

rather have rats and mice.

Crows hovering

following me they are

Rather smart, the Jack Russel

Not so much.

It’s quiet when it rains

All so quiet

Where do the

Hummingbirds go.

I have a family to feed

A coyote loose in a

White mans suburbia.

Rats.

More crows appear

Hover

No gunshot this morning

Just

The gentle roar of snow.

Hello,

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.