Time to go the kitchen

Savages are in earnest, Sophie the scout, Starts wake up process, Stomping all over me, Then laying in me, Then kissing me by ramming her nose into my lips, That is my grey calico at her mist annoying, Then Precious for second time in two days takes down the lamp, Like a deer the lamp

Fields of corn

Yellow covers beans, Golden browns brittle they wave, Tossing gracefully in cadence, Unison deer look up tucked deep within falls paradise, Farmer gazes standing in his yard, Son taps dad on his shoulder, No words needed, Farmer hops into his beat up by Ford pickup remnant of good years past, Today’s Midwestern farmer battles nature,

Deer last night outside Quasqueton, and BigFoot