the other day, the cat was on the porch roof. her silly faced silent scream on the other side of the second floor window wanting in. i raised the glass and in she came. now, she knows something she didn't know before. something i didn't know we didn't want her to know. crashing the blinds, at any given moment. to get out.

it's raining, now. the weather turning miserable cold. i want her to stay on this side. but she's got other ideas.

on the porch, i hear distant cattle crying. and the rain keeps time like footsteps through the darkness.