I often think of stray unloved cats 
facing  God knows what
or heartless  people with something against pigeons.
I'm fearful for the floaters in my right eye
and  how  in time talking about  Seventies  rock music
will seem affected,
with sensitivity I try  not  to gander
but  convince  others of  my  right,
the  fluidity of eventually  becoming  what one is.