Free And Alone. Painting Studio Poem by Stephen Craig Rowe


This afternoon a rather large cat was walking on the internationally famous ridge behind my house.  Twice as large as a house cat and had stealth in each silent step.  Local feral cats keep to the yards and must be fed by neighbors.  They could not catch a bird or mouse, though they try.  The birds seem to lure the cat and flee just in time.  Then perch nearby and sing a chirp.  As though they had won.

Free and alone on a road going nowhere,
Head in the sky
Hands in the garden
Dreams wrap around

Reflections  in the wine. 
As ever be well,  Stephen Craig Rowe

  1. February 4, 2012 at 10:24 am

    Yeah we have cats around here that have persuaded half a dozen old ladies to feed them – now THAT’S style! LoL!!!

    God Bless my friend!


  2. February 5, 2012 at 4:17 am

    We don’t have to many stray cats wandering about over this way, Hope you give them the leftover Stephen. I’d be a bit worried that rats would be coming around next….

  3. March 12, 2012 at 3:07 pm

    I’m glad that someone is feeding these poor animals…good blog..poetry seems to flow out of you just like breathing..wonderful gift you katie.

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