THIS MORNING- June 6, 2013

This morning I woke to the sound of the bathroom door's hinges softly moving on its hinges as the morning breeze came in through the open windows. It sounded like the creakings of a ship. I shuffled outside, and as the sun rose my toes stretched and warmed themselves against the rough boards of the porch. Over the rim of my coffee cup I took in the incredible sight of a bobcat being chased into the woods by enraged crows. One crow hung back, and from the uppermost branches of a nearby tree it made vocalizations that sounded like it had a mouth full of marbles.