Peace
"Miaow"
Clank, ratlle, "Miaow"
I open the gate- clank, rattle - and there it is "Miaow".
The black cat stalks across the green space.
She has come for her tithe.
"Miaow"
In the serenity of the allotment "Miaow" is welcome.
She has no name, she has no home.
The shadow slinks towards the newcomers with a loud, insistent "Miaow".
What do we do?
We feed, we fuss, we enjoy her company.
Essential to the healing serenity, Miaow adds warmth and love.
In the sunshine I delight, scratch an ear and relax.
All is right in the world when Cat greets me.
- Category: General / Misc
- Tags: cat
3 comments add one below
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Neville Hunt about 8 years ago
Of course, Cat owns the allotment, but that's OK I guess. Send her to my allotment later in the year please :-). A pair of partridges are merciless with our green shoots... but the lord of the manor who own the land would disapprove of me shooting the varmints because he probably wants to shoot them himself.
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Sarah Carellian about 8 years ago
She never ventures out of the gate :(
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shaun almost 8 years ago
'Cats are selfish. Cats are only out for themselves'...yada yada whatever. It's the interaction that's key, not solely the intent.
I enjoyed the sojourn this provided.
