For one hundred and twenty years Trapped in the maze of this mirage, Where I began, I can go back never; Here I stand and face the bare fate Or is it nothing but the illusion ever?
As Aurora releases the first dewdrop, I go high over, down under From one end of the horizon to the other Across the five continents and six oceans Above the heavens, below the abyss Far into the milky ways and back to earth with the jewel of hope in beatitude.
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.
High towering ire beneath the mountains of tidal waves whirling, Darkness howling, ascending to light moaning, descending, Blackest somber fear turning into whitest hot hubris roaring, The spirit in the fetters bursts upon the furious waters, revolting.
The souls of the dead rising from the abyss and walking, Midnight, moonlight, and starlight upon the waters shining, Heaven gaping then cracking, earth laying and embracing, The spirit with the wings clipped begins to flutter and leap, rejoicing.