a feral cat in Beijing

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Listen to the beat b-beat of my heart,
Inside the stormy chambers,
Inside the cells,
Inside the spaces between the spaces,
She is there.

Listen to the dishes clinking in the sink,
Between the water and the pan,
Inside the bubble and the water,
She is there.

Breathe in.
Breathe in.
Breathe in the warm smells of cinnamon and cloves
and everybody’s favourite favourite.
She is there.

See the tiny baby.
See the birds at the feeder.
See the wild cats purring.
She is there.

Look around.
Look at the neighbours and the cousins.
The uncles and the aunts.
The grands and the greats.
And she is here.


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Kelsey
    Oct 15, 2011 @ 09:47:36


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