D.O.P.-T.

[weofodthignen]

This morning was grey - by the time I got off the bus, gunmetal grey with a stormy glint and a fresh breeze. The squirrels darted about and high on parallel telephone wires I saw a pair of mourning doves, one's breast slightly brighter than the others. As I watched, a hummingbird came into view, hovered and then alighted six inches away from one of them, then buzzed up in the air again and alighted again on the wire. Then at the corner a ginger cat who I haven't seen before, wearing a natty pink belled collar, came up to me to rub herself all over me and tried to follow me home.