Strange Bed

The forecast for this Vermont Christmas is 100% rain, which pretty much sums up the year 2020.

From work, I take home a donated cat bed, lined with a downy fuzz and nearly new. When I set it on our living room floor, our cats approach with caution, sniffing, and then begin growling, doubtlessly sensing some former occupant.

A dog? Or simply some stranger?

All evening, our pampered house cats pace around the bed, suspicious. But, in the morning, I see our tabby Acer curled up in the bed’s center, sleeping, paws over shut eyes, tail tucked beneath his chin.

And so it: 2020 and on into 2021. Wherever each of you are, dear readers, I hope you take some comfort in this strange bed of where we are, as our planet slowly turns back toward the light, again.

Cutting with the ax,
I was surprised at the scent.
The winter trees.

— Buson

Hardwick, Vermont

13 thoughts on “Strange Bed

  1. Dear Brett Ann, This seems like a good opportunity to tell you how much I enjoy reading your blog every single day. It’s a treasure. I hope you will publish it some day. Thanks so much.

    • Dear Susan,

      Thank you so much for this kind note. I really appreciate this! I often have little idea who is reading my blog, and so it’s particularly nice to hear from readers who I don’t know.

      Happy New Year to you and yours!

      — Brett

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