Tag Archives: Cats

a rat when he’s wet

20 Apr

 

yo ese

 

I am in love with being chosen by this cat.

Perhaps it could be any cat.

His lowness in the world fills me not with disgust

but pity and  soft opening for his escape.

What makes the breath of one man reek,

and another fill your heart with care?

Come purr on my chest when I haven’t the time;

will I grow tired of thee?  Will you come to be  a stink, a chore?

Do I know how to love; are you here to show me?

The story goes a bit like this:  convulsing fear, survival strength, ache, rage, numbness,

rote doing, and then one morning we start imagining ~ maybe.

Our mind/s broadcasting into the void, virtual machines of creation.

A snake, a turtle, a rat may have answered, but here is this homeboy, ESE.

You, little man, radiate the joy of 2nd chances.

You mirror tougher days which make me the humble seer.

Basking in the soft luxury of my bed,

I worship the roof , the lights, the water,  the pantry…

There may be hope for me yet.

“I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.”  ~ Jean Cocteau

“All of the animals except for man know that the principle business of life is to enjoy it.”  Samuel Butler

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do we dare?

23 Mar

horned turtle

when tromping through

the thorny fields,

one wears heavy boots

and impenetrable pants;

it only makes sense –

then suddenly

one can find oneself

on the beach

still in protective gear

for the yesterday –

stickier part of the trail –

unaware of the costume change –

there may be a delay…

no matter,

the sun, soon enough, compels a stripping down.

no doubt, at some point her newly born feet will sink into the warmed,

soft sand;

she will ease into the new terrain –

feet in sand

perhaps we had some frozen hearts around here, not unloving, but braced for whatever difficulties lay waiting

for surely we knew the tough times behind!

About 6 months ago, my daughter wanted a pet turtle.  hard-outer shell, retreating stance,  no cuddles!

Now, we ponder the addition of a long-haired cat  – rumored to be better with allergies – rumored to be soft –

do we dare?

luna

C.S. Lewis in The Four Loves:  “To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket—safe, dark, motionless, airless—it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.”

T.S. Eliot in “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”:

“…Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think they will sing to me.

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown               130
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.”

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