Romanticats
ROMANTICATS (ode to Ludo)
Black cat runs up a tree; seems to have seen or
sensed a bird that was meant to be hunted down,
even though the hunter has just been called inside,
that time of day, and has duly fed on cat mush from a
plastic pouch. Didn’t quite hit all the spots. Not a
lot to say about tha...
Saturday 9th December 2023 1:10 pm
CHANGING TRACKS
CHANGING TRACKS 96
Must I change now the track I took,
so many years gone, step aside to let the
pack lurch on, sweet health oozing from
every pore, always pushing, being pushed,
asking more of every pliant limb, every
pumping cell? I can tell it is the time, I
hear the bell and a number that I somehow
know is mine...
Saturday 25th February 2023 9:01 am
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