Poem -
Basil The Bastard
That.... Cat....
Does not greet me, nor
Acknowledge my grace
It never once shifts
It's belligerent stance
Baleful and haughty
Cussing and clawing
Ever spitting disdain
In my not too close face
That.... Cat....
Is a bastard
And so shall be called
Yet still I leave food
And a bed
In the
Hall
M P 15/11/21
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as well as contempt .. clearly the source of much inspiration and maybe below the surface, just a little bit of affection ................. or respect, maybe .......................... N :) x
He is just another question mark in a whole long list Neville...why me? Why now? and who is in charge of all this shit anyway. I live in a single Street halfway up a mountain...well, OK...hill. He belongs to nobody here...where did he come from and of all the prettier benches..why mine especially when i had two dogs who patrolled and played outside ...ah well...I will just ponder on lol x
The mystery guest who does not hold back his contempt towards life if feels. A little troubled soul who finds some solace in your home dear friend. Let’s hope he softens in time ❤️
Hi love...I now suspect his softening will be in direct alignment with mine...it may therefore never happen but...who knows? I may yet find a peace with the universe just as bazil may yet find a peace with me...thanks so much Gwen 💖
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