There is a poem: 10/24Late in the afternoon, cloudyday light already failing fast,I had just finished cleaning upfrom making oat milk, and,while I was at it in the sink,getting the french press readyfor tomorrow, and emptyingthe sink drain strainer outsideamong the plants (they lovethe mix of coffee grounds andoat mash) when I glanced,in passing, out … Continue reading Pine Siskins