Leaves are stricken pale.
Gold (the interplay of
cloud/moon, head-
lights) – the flax
shadows the letter box.
When shall the cat
learn?
There’s nothing here
to be frightened of.
The sudden rush of wind, feet,
is no threat; do you think I’d let
something bad happen to you?
It’s cool & you’re
next minute all: what’s
that? – A car door
slams &
.
Yes, the cat as ‘point of departure’, the cat as impetus to philosophical enquiry. I’m forever telling my cats off for exactly the same reason; they’re always ‘all this’ & ‘all that’, what does it portend.
thanks Peter.
ha, can’t imagine you telling your cats off. how many do you have? i have 3.
love that phrase btw – ‘ cats as impetus to…’
cant be sure that cat is actual or metaphorical. i know i’ve spent a bizarre amount of tine enticing a strangers pet to my touch…not metaphorically speaking
I thought Actual, but now I’m not sure. I like actually touching strange cats too. Thanks Dean.
thank you John
Very cool, sir.