Big black crow drinking from a puddle in the alley out back.
Sunlight twinkling like little bells off the surface of the slow river.
Wind whispering its way through the long mottled grass.
Bolts of yellow leaves still clinging to the bare trees triumphant in the November sun.
Two chinchillas snuggled together like lovers or brothers or both.
Fringed canary singing love songs for my benefit.
Clouds drift leisurely through Sunday's blue sky.