In The Foggy Mist

Early in the morning

as the fog dances in

there is a feeling of quietness

that leads to a eerie peacefulness.

The trees are grateful for the mist

they graciously extend their limbs

reaching, reaching for the dew drops

from the falling mist.

In the early morning in the foggy mist

if you look carefully

very carefully

you may see a Trinity Fairy

dancing in the mist.

There she is, do you see her?

Dancing away in the mist.

Funny about the early Foggy Mist

it lets your imagination

works it best.
~Ranie Patridis

Bobby the Cat

Be still, don't move

My mistress may never see me

Cause I am so still.

As I hide here beside this plant

Thinking  and wishing this

plant would get out of my face.

Sit still don't move a muscle

I just might not get caught

There she goes off into another room.

Boy I hope she stays in there for a while

I'm itching to put my paw in one of these planters.

Ooops!

She is back what is that in her hand?

As she puts it up to her face

Calling my name

I look up in disgust

As a flash of light came from that box

She holds up to her face

Dog gone it I'm caught!

Story n Photograph by
Ranie Patridis