Almost Rabbit Stew

I am chasing the October sun, hanging on the coat-tails of his after glow. My grandmother tells me the roses are still out in Regent's Park, and they will wait for me someday, some year, to appear. But I have roses right here. Red for love. Red for blood. Life.

Yesterday I was watching a rabbit contemplate an apple. I turned to make my cup of tea, musing on the sweet predictability of it all. When I turned round, hot tea at my lips, a stripey cat was poaching my rabbit! Where had it come from? The rabbit was nowhere to be seen. Orange fur gleaming, haunches silky and sinister, jaws twitching at the lost rabbit stew. Well alright, I couldn't see the jaws twitching, but still...

I am observing Life, concentrating on the sweet happy apples of my days, but the watching cat is at my back - and I have no way of knowing how long he will stay.


Image: 'Garfield's Morning Exercise' by Jim Davis