Her Umbrella


Meow-meow. Tora-chan, we hear you, yet where are you? Mom-in-law makes geranium bush and cactus arrangement beside the front door, where it sounds like coming from. Oh, there you are. You used to take shelter from raindrops under our olive branches which suddenly became full of green worms this summer. Thank you for staying so far as a guard of Fuku-chan’s grave.