Sunday, light shining in through the open window, bright and light. It is late.
the sound of an untuned radio, grumbling and crackling in the next room. this is the sons room, the sons radio alarm. Faithfully working, It is school holidays now, but it has not been turned off.
The cat hunts for attention, demands feeding.
It jumps onto the card table by the window, and then to the window ledge itself.
Mail.
A physics professor wants a spelling mistake corrected .
In a paper from 1975.
It took him longer to write the letter than it did to alter the document.
Send it back, and hope that this does not get to be a habit.
And the oven is humming
hot air for the sunday morning rolls
Sunday Sundry
The cat walking across the kitchen floor.
Takes a sudden vertical leap as the alarm sounds, jangling, mechanical
And then continues across the floor.
four legs working under hips and shoulders swaying gently,
Intent upon the now filled bowl.
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