D.O.P.-T.

[weofodthignen]

Monty came and watched me with his huge amber eyes when I was clipping back the long grass at the edges of the overgrown tree, rooting out the foxtail kind. When I stopped and took away the bag to feed to the greenwaste bin, I saw him flow across the outdoor hearth I use as my altar and purposefully head elsewhere. Tonight, light rain has started.