Yellow eyed cat in black screened window, in white clapboard farmhouse on green Pennsylvania hillsides, shadows by my best boys, sun by the star we whirl around and with which we mark our birthday years, gravity from the moon and earth that pull these tides and make or wreck moods across these black crow ‘lectric wires that carry these 0’s and 1’s from me to you.  

Yellow eyed cat in black screened window, in white clapboard farmhouse on green Pennsylvania hillsides, shadows by my best boys, sun by the star we whirl around and with which we mark our birthday years, gravity from the moon and earth that pull these tides and make or wreck moods across these black crow ‘lectric wires that carry these 0’s and 1’s from me to you.