Breathe in the night
quiet fills my wounded heart
filter and exhale
© ceenoa
Breathe in the night
quiet fills my wounded heart
filter and exhale
© ceenoa
Last night, hearing lots of thumps and bangs from the back deck, I intrepidly went to investigate the source of the noise.
Something was eating the dry cat food, something that wasn’t a cat!
It was about the same size as a cat, it had the same number of legs as a cat.
It had a snout – not like a cat, and it hopped – again, not like a cat.
What was it? I think it was a Bandicoot, but it hopped of so fast it was hard to tell.
So the question is: why are my cats so pacifist that they sit there and watch the wildlife eat their tea?
moon in blue sky
promise in the night
the colour of my heart
where you shone