The dance of light and Shadow

The Dance of Light and Shadow

Releasing my grip and falling back into the flow
I see the black cat curled in the dappled shade.
Light ripples
flickering across the hedge,
breathing life into everything it touches.
Shadows dance.
The Sweet rocket swaying, scents the air.
Jackdaws glide,
leaves rustle.
Branches bend and bow,
bouncing waves of light around,
animating the surface of the world in which I’m swimming.
Bubbles rise through the water in my glass,
the world wobbles in refraction,
It is the wood pigeon who calls me back.

The black cat curled in the shade

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