My Words, My World

First drafts – A few pages in the large wilderness of the world of writing

Cat

Cat walks freely,

independent,

Cat sees who he wants to see

and hides from those he doesn’t.

Cat takes a stroll through the garden;

not his, obviously.

Cat goes where he likes,

where and when and why.

Cat sees things in the dark

he sees things we can’t

Cat sees spirits of the departed

and he doesn’t let it worry him.

Cat could hunt;

but decides not to.

It’s in his nature

but not his character.

Cat snarls at the birds

twittering in the trees

why should he climb up,

when he’s found a place in the sun instead?

Cat decides he’s hungry

and moves from his sunny spot,

in through the catflap

and into the kitchen.

Cat looks at the empty bowl

and thinks he should have learned to hunt.

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