Feral Cats.                                                   

 

Feral cats

Wild and free.

Poor, cold and

Flea bitten,

Far too proud

To speak to

Human me.

Their wild spirit,

Green eyes, and

Untamed hearts

Speak to me

Of wild lives

And wild needs.

 

 

Lone Poppy.

 

Lone poppy,

a dash of red

amongst the green.

 

 

 

Genia.

 

The sound of rocks

like a voice in my brain

making my fingers

work just the same.

 

 

 

Totality.

 

Totality,

I have a

partiality

for

totality.