There is that light at the end of the day- you know what I mean-It is sad and yet hopeful -the shadows move -dance even.
I took a walk around the house at dusk and there were smells of fresh mown grass and budding flowers.
The lilacs have gone brown, but new irises appear.
Little chippy peeks out to pose for a photo. He loves the seeds the birds drop from the feeder.
Even he knows about the light at the end of the day. Basking in that light for just a minute more, then he scurries back into his hiding place-cheeks stuffed- ready for evening rest.
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