COFFEE STAINED THOUGHTS

Feeding the nestlings she came up an inch-worm too short. Soggy ink-stained signs muttered in the rain. The old cat caught the scent of a mouse. A cat has nine lives, a frog croaks every night, but a rumor lives forever. Freshly crushed coffee beans mellowed in the mist of sunrise. The silence was shattered by the roar of a mosquito. His voice was lost in the echoes of his anger. The snake moved slowly over the hot stone massage. The naked truth need not be covered up.