the beggar at my window

Every morning, he looks at me like this:



Time for our walk.

I don't mind, really. We both need the alone time. We like to find things that no one else sees.

Sometimes things are as they are because it's early. Cold. Still. Waiting for someone to notice.

I notice.

He chases rabbits and pheasants, but because he calls me out to be with him....I notice.