It may be walking by, passing by, running by, speeding by or simply just standing.
Our kitten Pookie, is going to die.
Yes I am aware that everything and everyone dies.
But it is becoming more evident that he will be gone very soon. In some ways it seems like a way to prepare us, a we see his muscle melt away, and feel his bones. Even Baci is trying to help us greive, as he finishes Pookies food. But we both know at soon he will be gone.
How far away we have come in our lives far away from the farm. A life that brings birth, innocence, maturity, self esteem, tragedy, soul searching, reasoning, science, faith, patience and death. How much better we all could be to adapt the life of a farm.
We would need no more counseling or drugs to keep us stable, because at a very young age we would be exposed to all that glitters. Have you ever seen the sunrise on a farm in the fall? The crisp fog, puddles of glass, dew like jewels, as it rises it brings more life. A life I am not qualified to describe, one that I close my eyes and can sometimes picture with a touch of the spider web touched by the dew.
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