Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Cleopatra's Song."
...THE CATS, dark-STRIPED, skinhead-fur-balls, will probably outlive WE/a couple of old "duffers" like Carole & Dave, then get to miss their morning CANNED-treats, midday-munchies, Happy-hour repeat?
(NO FACEBOOK SELFIES!!!)
-Who will probably WHINE for sympathy, then back to the Wild (ME-OWW-ME-OWW!!!) for (?) HAVE MERCY, a Gecko-diet, BUGS! or whatever shows up on Nature's palate?
THE CATS, U DON'T ADOPT!. They adopt You -a wheedle, a PURR, a way into your shoes. A nuzzle, a timeless, ephemeral, an illusion of TWO. (Reminds me of a GAL!)
Great CAESARS they have comforted! Empress's, Tyrants too. And all throughout history, Witches-familiars, equally persecuted, burnt at the stake! And songs-anon, still composed, an eternal concept-view?
A Mammal-reptile in your hand, a curvature U don't quite understand, a wicked essentiality, a ghost on a shelf, a shadow in the night, a green-eyed dazzle, that Cleopatra's song... for me & for U. What comforts the night for your Baby-Blue!
"PURR! PURR! PURR!"
c.2025. Dave Delacroix (For my Cats "Soldier" & "Bela". ME-OW-Yo. at the Chateaux-Pelican Guest Villa, Corozal-Belize.)
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