 Feral Jamaican Cat Crouching apprehensively in the fork of a sensuous tropical tree the feral cat stared fearfully at me, midst the foliage a pinpoint of beauteous perfection, evenly stripped that's the total the scene... Not raucously voiced, meowing off key, a bit of beauty focused momentarily stilled, not searching for handouts, dispersed discards, protectively lodged, a wild creature passively photographed enlarged... Surrounded by a framework of uncut greenery, leaves entwinement, the least cut foliage; cliff side vines twisted framework hidden... startlingly clear temporarily caught in the lenses blinking eye. Why did I call out "scat," callously breaking the idyllic scene? I was the inhuman citizen of mankind, partially unclean... selfish, corrupted supposed civilized protected, dishonored and mean. 15th February, 2007 Author: Roy Schoenberg - Bay Shore, New York. |
