Free And Alone. Painting Studio Poem by Stephen Craig Rowe


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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

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  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!

    Prenin.

  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 have..love katie.

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