I’ve become a lot like my cats—
watching the world from a window,
waiting for a spot o’ sun.
watching the world from a window,
waiting for a spot o’ sun.
Laid round bare shoulders, winter white,
a veil, with diamonds dripping,
she steps slowly forward.
All stand.
And in the bower, birds.
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.~Robert Frost