wee comes up the porch steps like a thief  skittish   head bobbing an weaving turning left and right and left again

Christssake wee  theyre backyard steps not steps to a gallows or assassins lying in wait for ambush

but shes new at the house
                   unexpected

and he adored unexpected

wees a feral cat  still youngvery small   hes always had an affinity for runts long shots anything or anyone vying against the odds

his longstanding insider  his confederate and friend  a daddylonglegs he named appleseed disappeared the same day wee appearedhe never found her body

it was plausible to him appleseed left her bathroom corner its confines and shapeshifted into wee  a quiet spider gone feral cat would be suspicious  jittery   first day in paws

he didnt buy into coincidence 

no faith in them 

he had all the faith in the world though for Unexpected

                                                                                                                                                crisscrossing bird shadows

he was visited as much and possibly more by bird shadows than birds(feral cats afoot might be a reason – not that you could tell him)

stark shadows  freed souls    silent harbingers  of what?

no fucking idea

they crossed his path as he walked strafing him gaylythey briefly blotted the pages of books he read as he walked   

attentive companions   spectral

                           and he wouldnt have been surprised if in the mix he saw shadow of angels 

smackdab down to their shining translucent halos

1401,  Sunday,  11  6. 17

1029,  Monday,  12  6. 17

Moloko  Should’ve Been Couldve Been  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UmPv-jzpR38