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Feline Wisdom
Have you ever noticed
The whisperings
Of the bamboo
Leaves?
The songs of
The cedars?
The longings
Of the old
Sturdy redwood?
I circle
My plot of
Land,
My urban
Yard,
And sit
On my
Bench,
Under the
Trees.
Listening.
My cat sits
With me.
No appointments
Or meetings.
No rushing.
She stretches out
Her right paw
Waits, listens.
Content, I imagine
In the moment,
Graced
With the
Ability
To be.
Not measuring
Herself against
Her unfinished
To do list.
Diane
Sherman / 2006 |
