Cats #poetry #earthweal

So in-the-moment 
from the day that they are born
purring in harmony with the deep hum
of existence. 

Cold and calculating killers, cruel even
toying with their prey
but it’s only nature’s way
of keeping them sharp.

They never give themselves away
but only lend themselves 
at their convenience.

There is nothing I admire more
in cats
than their fierce undying 
independence of spirit
which they carry with them through their
lives until

recognising it’s time to quit, they
go somewhere quiet, and
curling up into a ball
without making any
fuss at all
they
die.

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Dedicated to my cat

Don’t worry, Freddie Fluffballs (pictured) is still very much alive and kicking! But I have had many cats in my lifetime, and I am interested in the lessons they can teach us about life and death. For cats, death seems like a private affair: they accept it, and go off somewhere by themselves to die, with more of resignation than fear. They seem very good at finding peace with the cycles of life. And of course their purring is so very therapeutic!

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