Oozing crimson
from fresh scratches
tracking down my bare shin.
Chill morning air seeping
into ancient bones and joints
dark brew steaming—
an orange sphere rising
over the chipped rim.
Calico and tuxedo kittens
playfully climb my legs
as if they are trees.
© 2025 Bruno Talerico
Stafford challenge 344/365.
Desert Dweller 