May 2014
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It was annoying, to see they almost stepped on it...like it was part of the busy street, even with its white covering...it was market day, the stalls were lined with baskets and trays filled with all kinds of fish, fresh water and salt water alike; clams, *****, mussels, shrimps, sea weeds, anything edible from the sea. Newly picked vegetables were crisp, one could easily bury a finger nail through its flesh.....vendors need not lie, they really were freshly-picked, newly harvested, and home-grown.......One single turn of my head, and our eyes meet, our paths again cross. Holding fish i had bought, i watched it p o k e
its face against wet garbage baskets, fallen fish, shrimps and limp crablets. i noticed that it stared, it focused only in one direction. Underneath the wet stalls, it felt and sniffed for food.......it was starving. Then, it fled, holding on to its loot with its mouth..straight ahead, it went..it didn't stop to watch out for cars and carts and people crossing. i was the one who gave out a deep sigh....relieved that it had crossed the street....alive...it came to an almost hidden end..I could not let go.....i had to see...watch it feed its kittens, and
there, i discovered, now, we were face to face...no wonder...it stared through me......it never blinked......it must have felt....i was no threat.
G o d,
oh, h o w
infuriating!
my heart bled,
i turned my back
how did it happen?
i watched it survive,
do its responsibilities
cope with its disability
**w it embarrassed me
realizing how exceptionally
needy, a human being could
be, we could pick up more than
bits and pieces, we can learn vital
lessons from a lowly creature of God
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a blind cat hiding, living, in a blind alley.
~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~
(Another one for Lady Jane, Marian....)
Sally
Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A, Bayan
It was annoying, to see they almost stepped on it...like it was part of the busy street, even with its white covering...it was market day, the stalls were lined with baskets and trays filled with all kinds of fish, fresh water and salt water alike; clams, *****, mussels, shrimps, sea weeds, anything edible from the sea. Newly picked vegetables were crisp, one could easily bury a finger nail through its flesh.....vendors need not lie, they really were freshly-picked, newly harvested, and home-grown.......One single turn of my head, and our eyes meet, our paths again cross. Holding fish i had bought, i watched it p o k e
its face against wet garbage baskets, fallen fish, shrimps and limp crablets. i noticed that it stared, it focused only in one direction. Underneath the wet stalls, it felt and sniffed for food.......it was starving. Then, it fled, holding on to its loot with its mouth..straight ahead, it went..it didn't stop to watch out for cars and carts and people crossing. i was the one who gave out a deep sigh....relieved that it had crossed the street....alive...it came to an almost hidden end..I could not let go.....i had to see...watch it feed its kittens, and
there, i discovered, now, we were face to face...no wonder...it stared through me......it never blinked......it must have felt....i was no threat.
G o d,
oh, h o w
infuriating!
my heart bled,
i turned my back
how did it happen?
i watched it survive,
do its responsibilities
cope with its disability
**w it embarrassed me
realizing how exceptionally
needy, a human being could
be, we could pick up more than
bits and pieces, we can learn vital
lessons from a lowly creature of God
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
a blind cat hiding, living, in a blind alley.
~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~
(Another one for Lady Jane, Marian....)
Sally
Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A, Bayan
