Lenore Weiss

Hiding on a branch, Blue spotted Leah and Ms. Meow’s striped grey tail. Neither of them was going to like what he had to say, but how could he blame

Blue had friends in high places and decided it was time to visit Ruby the Great Horned Owl. They’d known each other since they’d been fledglings. He approached her tree

Leah’s mother found the trail at the end of the development and pushed her way past the sawhorses, bull dozers lined up like circus elephants. “Leah! It’s me, Mom,” she

Excuse me, sir, but need an assist? I can see that you’re sitting around like a hang-dog watching the water recede from your porch like someone’s pulled the bathtub plug

The following weekend, Leah tried to find her way back to where she’d first met Ethel. The sky was overcast and a light mist clung to the hills, one of