The doves clock in at Piazza San Morco for their morning shift

Cats slit their eyes – eager to fatten

She makes a promise, a pledge

Winking at you on a moody piece of glass

At noon the emperor emerges to sunbathe – nude

The taste of burnt paella mingles with crisp, sizzling cold water

The guest at your dinner table, grows fatter and more charming as the evening wears – hate to see them leave! – envious of the effort they never seem to make

Pretty leaves float

As colorful as the hot air balloons

Over the winds of San Miguel de Allende