the morning
doesn’t hide
too far away.
neither do
tiny voyeurs
in cold hurry.
losing time
and seeds
for big skies.
I witness
youth’s trying
and gawky flukes.
every week
she’s finding
gold in quartz.
Cat No. 44 of the 500 Cats Project
Crumpled Paper Cranes
Fumbling by Leisure, Singing to Cake
Crumpled Paper Cranes 
Beautiful! Love the last stanza.
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Thank you so much. Looking forward to reading your writing!
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I saw this and thought: there’s a 500 cats project? Where?!?! and then I found it. I have read two and they are so interestingly and sympathetically written I want to read them all!
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Oh my goodness. I’m flattered. Thank you so much for reading!
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Welcome! Just like any idea with writing, it could have been awful but from what I seen so far actually really neat! Great poetry and thank you for sharing.
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And I think I’m going to be enthralled with the blog you have…
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Oh MY goodness. Certainly my turn to be flattered. Thanks so much!
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