My cat found her haven on the window sill. Advertisements
Month: February 2015
The future starts in the past The past ends in the future Your first rites turn into your last The moment you cease to nurture Cherish yourself as the first No one knows you but you How you bury in you the worst And shy away from the best too The worst ordeal
My reward for anything is that I have a cosy home and a domestic cat in it to return to, unlike this skinny stray thing of a cat spotted in a hospital complex. In response to WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge: Reward.
This is the crazy cat lady’s heaven.
This is a poem found entirely in Robert Crawford’s monograph On Glasgow and Edinburgh (2013). On Glasgow and Edinburgh by Robert Crawford My rating: 4 of 5 stars Carefully researched and attractively written, this is a highly informative and insightful guide to both cities on their own and in contrast with each other. The Athens of
Behold Oh, drawer, what treasures you hold Buried in sand, dirt or clay To be scooped out every day I can smell the scent Of a present Left by my cat, the cunning fox In the drawer of her litter box
Thick, short, cold fingers digging in the thin, soft, warm skin. Digging, ripping, tearing like claws, knives, forks. The flesh splitting, yielding, giving in – unfeeling, uncaring, dead meat. This is him eating his chicken meal.