An abundance of black cats throughout the week. Within a ruined high school courtyard. Throughout sudden willow tree deadfall. Perched on a rotting fenceline. Again and again, startled into stillness. Commanding yellow eyes and the tension of spring-loaded predation. For an instant, there is nothing but gazes. No world, no cold, no space. Form is emptiness. And then, ostensibly, withdrawal. Expeditious and slinking retreats that smack of embarrassment. Until next time.
11:48 p.m. - 2019-11-27
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