Haiku
even so early
in the pond
the fish are sleeping
clocks go back
I miss the starlings
every morning
end of Autumn
my cat collects herself
into my lap
Really love the implication of cat being liquid--‘cause usually rain collects. Overall I got the sense of “missing out” not only of sleep but of the joys we are accustomed to that the time shift deprives us from
This sounds nostalgic but also accepting of the changing seasons .The cat nestling on your lap promises cosy Winter nights.Nice work Marc.