take my hand and climb with me…

one hundred and twelve degrees: ‘reguleer my, roetineer my…’

Hemel Op Die Platteland (Acoustic) ~ Fokofpolisiekar

one hundred and twelve

Black footed, little wild cat. A stripy, Thor. Beats his retreat, like thunder. Slow, to tame. Resist, the yoke. So wary of, domestic bliss. The promise, of belonging. Longing, nonetheless. For shelter, and a home. Sharp irony, this quandary. Can one love, and remain free?


Plaas my in ‘n boks en merk dit “veilig”…

2 comments on “one hundred and twelve degrees: ‘reguleer my, roetineer my…’

  1. countingducks
    January 20, 2013

    The ambivalence and uncertainty of a semi wild or wlld animal are well captured here. In truth we are all a bit like this are we not

    • circulartree
      January 20, 2013

      Thank you 🙂 and yes, I believe we are. The eternal quandary… of being human and part animal. It’s been fascinating to watch his internal dilemma – wanting to connect, but simultaneously scared and lacking the requisite ‘language’ to bridge the divide with more tame tribe. Will be interesting to see where we are by autumn. Have a lovely evening and best wishes for the week ahead, Bx

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