silver-haired blind man in a checkered flannel shirt strokes
a purring calico tomcat
both
comfortable with that black wool blanket covering his lap
purring calico tomcat soothes the man's rough and
work-hardened hands
as he weighs
the value of his long ago against the shortly sure to come
blind man feels the sun through the open window on his
craggy face and smiles
rumbling
calico tomcat shifts and switches purring gears
they both enjoy the silence, the peace and tranquility
they seem so
safely anchored in this place and time
clouds but then just passing, stir the petals of a red tulip
blind man
emits a sigh, calico cat unruffled continues on his ride
god looks down upon the blind man staring within himself
god strokes
the purring tomcat just behind his ear
behold the ancient blind man with nothing left to fear
quite content
that calico tomcat lies, very still and very near
silver-haired with flaring nostrils, thickened ears and
wrinkled skin
no good no
more for working, cannot bring home any pay
calico cat was born to leisure, sleeping twenty hours every
day
blind man can
feel his spots with ease due to different temperatures
silver-haired blind man in a checkered shirt, wise old
tomcat in his spotted coat
dozing there
forever in a single blink of time
no more howling at the moon, no more gnashing of the teeth
silver-haired
old blind man considers carefully his each and every move
with the cat upon his lap and the flowers in the garden
blind man in
a small room with a window, on a sunny autumn afternoon
with the help of the cat and the ticking of a clock
he traces out the warm sun's shadow as
it moves across his tidy space
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