Towards the end of the day. I went out the front door. I saw one of the Rue, feral kittens eating Lizard the Wizard. How many times have I seen Lizard the Wizard tease my kitties inside our home as they look out the window. Today he was not so lucky. He was half eaten by this wild kitten by the time I opened our front door. The kitten’s wild nature is what it is.
Later at about 11 PM I went to put out the trash in front of my home. I saw Owl swoop down aiming for that same little black Rue. The Owl flew down, and the black kitten ran under our car. Safe he was. I walked over to our olive tree and closely I looked up to see Owl. So mobile and alert, then wings stretched out pulled past me, flying over towards another tree, a block or two down our street.
An Autumn’s eve I take my broom
Last ray of sun is dead here…
The moon is rising
upon the horizon
it is real…
The shy clouds hide stars
Only the Moon, Jupiter, and Saturn Shine their breastplates
Of radiant light… I take my broom to the front of our home
Into the dustpan goes dry brown and yellow
Pointy olive leaves and hard green-gold olives…
Into the waste bin…away away
Goes all the thoughts of this day.
Of a wooing crone…
Looking around as
I sweep and bend
For any Fay to show their haunting ways
In the clouds sailing on the night or
Upon the grasping arms of the olive tree.
Queen of Elphame mocks me
As I move quickly and consistently
I call her Sabrina…
How symbolic have I become?
Wild movement…yet strangely calm
Sweet sweat dripping
My dusty perfume…
I do as many an old crone
Sweeping clean the front of their home.
On this eve of memory.
~ Hudley Flipside
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