a cat amongst the ruins

a cat amongst the ruins

*

Sitting amongst the ruins, remnants and remains

of my chaotic Life again,

clothes covered in ashes,

fingers sticky with marmalade

breakfast was hours ago but

I’m still here, staring at the detritus,

dust and debri

scattered across the kitchen table

in rich profusion.

*

Time passes.

Then in the Silence I hear a sound,

 deep, low and regular.

*

Eventually I realise it is coming from my cat,

who has been silently asleep for hours,

curled in a comfy chair in the next room,

and who, for reasons unknown,

had just now begun

to purr loudly in his sleep.

Each long, slow, drawn out snore he took

seemed but a deep, extended sigh of pleasure,

a contentment that emanted from deep,

deep within his furry chest.

A sound that said that

even when asleep,

he was glad to be a cat.

*

And then as I listened,

I suddenly found I could smile again,

and my Life resumed it’s Course once more.

*

***

***

The Reverend Hellfire is a practising Performance Poet,

President of the Kurilpa Institute of Creativity Inc.,

and the winner of the 2017 Paul Sherman Award

for services to the Poetic Community.

His Achilles Heel are his Feet of Clay.

***

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~ by reverendhellfire on September 10, 2017.

2 Responses to “a cat amongst the ruins”

  1. Cats remind us of how we should relish the simple pleasures

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