Author: Margaret Coombs

A sign of spring on the lakeshore: a shirtless man and a labradoodle bounce on a backyard trampoline together.

Happiness in a yellow room and books everywhere. A quiet corner carved out of a lifetime, closing in on ruin.

I hear two voices–my own close by, and the amplified one filling the room, then bask in the beauty of others’ words.

Four trapped feral cats; the shelter has no space. We took them home and tamed them. They’re bonded, cry when apart, so take two. They’ll love you.

A bison chews a wad of hay. A hawkholds a duckling. A hungry eagle complains.A blue winged teal guards his dabbling mate.