A peach-colored cat prowled the outskirts of her venue.
This woman picked garbage from the ground with a stick then dropped it into her rolling container. Quietly they moved among the dewy trees, the tent, the benches….
The children’s playground reminded them that noise would follow their morning ritual.
The woman then moved on, continuing to spear garbage, for us.
- Daily Prompt: Through the window (freepennypress.wordpress.com)