Crescent moon dips-down towards the tree-line of the bay...
Enough light to see the pathways carved-out in the longish grass by the neighbour's black and white cat - it obviously loves this garden...
Earlier, our paths crossed out back...
Heard it's neck-bell tinkering from the side- gate along the wall in my direction...
i whispered-out encouragingly...
The bell responded closer...
In the quiet moments following, saw the cat's white chest blaze...
It was looking at me from beside the water-butt...
Cat seemingly considering my entreaties to come closer...
Maybe i had spoiled feline's fishing for frogs from pond-side...
Sensed disdain in the tinkering bell as cat scampered back the way it had come...
Ah, Bob Marley on the radio...
No woman, no cry...
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Golden GOJI Hermitage
10/march/2014
1a.m.
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