two cats on the windowsill one large one small

we tried to sleep outside, a bed on the front lawn.  naked in the night, making 
love under the huge sky.  three shooting stars and a satellite.

2 am the dogs inside are so lonely.  mournful howling.  we give up and scuttle 
across the lawn, up the stairs, into our bed.  the dogs are happy.  we are 
defeated but laughing.

the morning sky is clear.  photoshop fill blue.  a crow in the yard has found 
the strawberry bush and chooses the berries over his black oil sunflower seeds.  
greedy crow.  or just clever.