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27 Feb 2021

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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31 May 2016

Goldfish

I move, I breathe.

Outside there are two large forms which move around, making noises.  They continue to make these noises; one very low, the other higher.  I keep moving.

Now I see another one like them, yet smaller.  He’s sitting on the big thing they all sit on sometimes, looking at the big box with light.  He’s doing something with that small furry thing that sometimes comes to see me when the others are not around.  Sometimes it makes strange noises, different from what the others make.  I don’t know what’s happened but the small furry thing has just made a strange noise and now it’s run away from the small form.  I keep moving.

Outside there are two large forms which move around, making noises.  They continue to make these noises; one very low, the other higher.  I keep moving.

There’s something outside.  It looks like that small furry thing but, it’s huge.  I keep moving.  It follows me.  I still move.  It still follows.

Outside there are two large forms coming in my direction.  They’re not making any noise.  I keep moving.

The huge furry thing is looking at me and it follows me everywhere I go.  Now what’s it doing?  Above my head there’s a splash, and a big furry foot with sharp edges reaches down.  I keep moving, near the bottom.  There’s another splash.

The two large forms are very close.  One of them is pointing at me.  Now they’re making different noises.  They look happy.  There’s another splash.

I’ve stopped moving.

 

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25 Oct 2013
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Death by Touch Screen

I was walking home from work.  I guess I could have seen it coming, maybe should have.  Now it’s a tad late.  Happens.

The dog owner was dawdling along, retractable dog lead in one hand and mobile phone in the other, a million miles away.  Facebook?  Twitter?  It’s all the same, he was distracted.  The dog, a Jack Russell, was happy though; 5 yards away peeing up a conifer.  The owner looked up, frowned and reined it in.

The suited owner of the Range Rover was also a million miles away; steering wheel in one hand and mobile phone in the other.  Bloomberg?  BBC news?  It’s all the same, he was distracted.

The grey tabby was sitting on the wall across the road, watching the dog, unconcerned and not distracted.

The dog saw the cat, looked at its owner engrossed in his telephone and made a run for it.  The cat did likewise.  The dog got most of the way when the owner looked up and tried to put the brake on the lead.  The car driver looked up, saw the dog run in front of the car, braked, swerved and mounted the kerb.  The dog ran between the wheels.

The owner didn’t.

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