My misery will be beatitude
Smiling at grief, grim and gray
Till I see two little birds afar, fly
Tweeting in fugue of melodies unknown
And sit on the back of my weak palm
Frolicking with the beads of Rosary
Wreathed by pearls of wishes porcelain,
Bringing the message from the Queen
Above to her votary sentenced in sadness
Patience in Blue and Fortitude in Green.
I always feel guilty about leaving Toro alone when I go to work. It would be best to add another feline companion, but the existential circumstance prevents it. Hence the flying tenants moved in. The new parakeets are Sera (Blue) and Pippi (Green), who demonstrate that the phrase “eats like a bird” should be part of the Woke movement of removal. They are also unknowingly clever and perceptive that I wonder if they are secretly enchanted humans serving their time for misdeeds till the spell is cast off.
Toro, aka the Curious Cat, also seems to know that Sera and Pippi are a joint force to be reckoned with, so to speak, but nevertheless shows undeterred attention to every move the duo takes with feline discreetness. Timid but curious, Toro wants to touch the moving feathers of parakeets whenever they come out of the cage for sauntering. But the birds show no fear but irritation against the unwanted friendship from the lonely feline. Poor Toro. I console him after Sera pecks his little nose with her dainty beak in protest against his pawed touch. However, my original purpose of making the birds friends with Toro is still valid because both Sera and Pippi do not altogether repulse Toro with wild shrieks of danger.
I hope the birds will be warm to Toro as time goes by till we move to a bigger and better place to live so that I can bring another cat to the family.
Twinkle, emerald dreaming,
Love flocks in blue and green,
Curiosity stalks love’s gathering,
Loneliness emboldens attempting
touch of love fluttering in longing.
I hear the echoes of the screaming skies
From a distance where a day goes to die
As Helios’s chariot finishes a day’s race
With a long scarlet tail of the glowing smokes
Spreading into heavens and earth ablaze.
The dusk murmuration has already left me
In the lurch of neverending longing for love –
The sweetness of spirit, the warmth of soul
Carried on the wings of messengers of fate:
Owls, Swifts, Blackbirds, Cranes, Starlings… –
The lonely souls of the dead now together
Fly the memories of tears and heartaches
Into the world of nature that never fails them.
So I wait for a murmuration all over again
Standing on a top of the hill or on a high cliff
To catch the screaming flock of ghosts in flight
And wish that I could become one anon.
A Cat in the Mirror 
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