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To: 2MAR$ who wrote (31589)	12/9/2012 10:53:16 AM
From: Solon	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 69300

"its always some Mary Ann with the shakey hand who keeps fiddling with the zoom button!" :-) Just tuned up my guitar while playing a tournament. Just one so everything is slow and easy. Everything is quiet and still here on a Sunday morning. Beautiful blue sky. No signs of alien craft. I considered coffee but decided to go for rum instead. Squirrels are running along the fence and over the garage. Birds everywhere. My neighbour must spend a fortune feeding them. And I see the black cat just leaving out front. I don't think he sleeps. He patrols the neighbourhood and sometimes will leave some fresh mouse meat in the yard as a gift. Sometimes I wonder if he really is a cat? An angel, perhaps? Anyway--definitely a free spirit... Sometimes in the middle of the night I will look out the picture window and our eyes meet. Then he turns and is gone. And I am reminded of that old poem by Rachel Field. "as i went home on the old wood road with my basket and lesson book a deer came out of the tall trees and down to drink at the brook twilight was all about us twilight and tree on tree i looked straight into its great strange eyes and the deer looked back at me beautiful brown and unafraid , those eyes returned my stare and something with neither sound nor name passed between us there something i shall not forget still and shy and wise in the dimness of the woods from a pair of gold specked eyes"