I must be scary.
Returning from the super I
set one foot (the right, I think) on the first step of the stairs to
my flat, and a black and white cat gets utterly surprised and jumps
straight out into the air barely avoiding a parked car (not mine, I
don't have a car, it's the folks' downstairs) one story down and
scurries off through the grass (standing very tall in that untended
corner of the property which I could
use for a vegetable garden if only the owner once and for all would
see to that
the weeds are removed and the soil planned I would tend the plot if
only he'd see to those basic things but he won't I
don't have the money for the tools needed I
made him the offer when I moved here but he apparently doesn't think
it's worthwhile he has been trying to sell it off since then but you
can't really use plots of that size located in an odd place in the
village for anything it's quite elongated and not very wide and a lot
of lilac trees would be hidden if someone built a house there) and
through the hedgerows (lilacs, you know).
day
of silence
I
put bits of potato
in
the tobacco pouch
Why
the cat was up there? I keep a bowl with dry cat food up there. It's
a habit from the years when the couple downstairs (not the ones
living there now they're different the former residents) had 7 cats
at one time. Most of them were rather cuddly and sociable so I kept
my front door open most of the summer so they could enter if they so
wished) lived there. This black and white cat must have been hungry.
The other wild cats now eating my food hears my steps in the gravel
and runs down the stairs before I reach it. But not this one.
Kenyan
coffee
the
beginning of all things
could
be alive
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