Our Two Cats On A Windowsill

“Hey, Enya.”

“Yes, Tammy.”

“Do you see what I see?”

“What do you see Tammy?”

“I see things in the air swirling.”

“Leaves, Enya, those things are leaves.”

“They are looking like they’re having so much fun.”

“I don’t understand, Tammy.”

“Look, Enya, they’re swirling around and playing tag.”

“Yes, Tammy, they’re falling from the tree.”

“Why are they falling, Enya?”

“They are dead, Tammy.”

“Dead, Enya?”

“Yes, Tammy. The fallen leaves are dead.”

“I hope when I’m dead I have that much fun, Enya.”

“I hope so too, Tammy.”

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