360*tree

take my hand and climb with me…

one hundred and fifty nine degrees: ‘hearts as big as apples…’

Wings ~ Josh Ritter

one hundred and fifty nine

Midnight walk, calling. For Mowgli. By torch, and star. Light. Yields, no. Tuxedo, cat. Morning, grey skies. Groaning. Sheer weigh, of rain. These unshed, tears. Again, I go. Walking. Black over, coat. Max, and my voice. Through, veils. Of gentle, mist.

Bright, eyed. White, paws. Bounding. Home. Across, wild greening. Grass. Back, from some. Feline, vision quest. With, no explanation. He curls, in bed. With a scar, purring.

This secret, life. Of cats.

*

Anne said underneath their jackets she saw wings…

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