18.5.26

                                                       these wordsthis song wrestled himwoke him from sleep
he wanted to cryEver wake wanting to cry

    he hadnt
or if he had its been a long long time

                                              Angst?
No

 

 

Loss

              recently  a feral runt female orange tabbynot common   first hes met  showedup

he teased her that she had a face only a mother could love

                                                               her mother must have been dead
so he tied apronstrings round his waist and did the best he could to fatten her up

   she didnt

called her grimley

 

he flew home to celebrate his fathers birthday

                                                   purposely made it a short trip
returned

found grimley more gaunt than when he left

 

last time he saw her  a morning feeding

                                            didnt eat her wet food  musednosed her kibbles

    he sat in the grass beside her

             stroked her

             bony spine

                                                              

after several minutes she slipped his hand went over to pottery beside the fence back to him hips in the sun where he usually found her afternoons when he went out to treat her and bigfoot and wee other ferals hes been caring for for more than ten years

                                                 Awright grimley
See you this evening

 

      he didnt                

0530again,  Monday,  18  5. 26

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