In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Through the Window.”
It’s a summer morning. Seventy five degree air sits still. The songs of birds and katidids drift in fun the trees that line an open acre. A modest oak dots the center with flower beds to both sides. The scene is overlooked by the resident striped stray cat fun his plastic storage box.
A couple sparrows emerge from the bird bath hidden behind a narrow tree. In the oval flower bed a slight arch of pinks and reds color they’re way deeper on the yard. A splash of yellow marigolds man an outpost of contrast on the distance. The stray cat’s eyes catch the motion.
He stretches out sideways instead. The thought of not big enough for him must linger in his head. Before his box low scrub with pale pink white blooms raise above little white dahlias, pinks, and minute red zinnas.
A carpet of grass spreads of fading green between the beds. A garden barely shows off in the distance on the right. The left holds a pond, seen only as an outline.