Without Lifting A Finger

Coffee with a friend who's lost his phone. Solo walk. Ode to a Green Urn (cats are poets too) and a few other trinkets. School hasn't started but it's already so palpable it's invading my dreams ... *                 

cats at the Protestant Cemetery - Cimitero protestante: Rome , a photo by mermaid99 on Flickr. Not mine (mine were more numerous and had a buffet of milk and open tins) but close enough. Not sure if I ever found Keats' grave.