The Cat in the Ferns

Fall is coming, I can smell it. Once upon a time, when I lived at 3644 Clark street I sat very still on a blue spiral backyard staircase 2 floors up. It was sunny but fresh. Next door (to the left to the left!) was an immaculate garden. I sipped tea and listened to the chestnut tree. Out of the corner of my eye there was a flash of fur. Can you see the cat in the ferns?