Make like a tabby
This is my cat.
He knows what he wants.
He stands by the door when he wants us to go out.
He stands by his bowl when he wants food.
He comes to sit on us when he wants a hug.
He plays when he wants to play,
Walks away when he has had enough… Read more
This is what
This is what death looks like:
small,
silent,
still.
Nothing remarkable.
No great fanfare of mourners,
no pagentry,
just a leaf of brown fur curled up in the soil.
This is what murder looks like:
charming,
engaging,
entertaining,
loveable,
fun.
Ignore the sharp eyed claws
and jaws,
the precise pounce,
the silent stealth
of unsuspected … Read more
See and Be
My cat is teaching me to see and be.
At first a clumsy-clothed giant,
he has taught me to kneel
and shrink,
how to make myself disappear
and
be
still.
Nose twitching,
ears
scanning.
At first nothing but the wallpaper rustle of wind in leaves,
until I follow
his arrow-yellow eyes
and see this … Read more
When was the last time?
When was the last time you looked into your cat’s eyes and saw curiosity lighting you?
When was the last time you wrapped your arms around your dog and held the soft, warm, body against your stress tight chest?
When was the last time you let a cow’s long trusting tongue wrap around your worried … Read more
Being busy
Being busy,
Means you don’t have time to think,
But you do feel important,
and needed,
and sometimes stressed,
and virtous,
which sometimes tips into self-righeous.
Being busy means you achieve a lot,
which makes your ego feel good,
which means you don’t have to think about if you are happy, or living in line … Read more