primal hypno
french
art
nouveau
not
for
no
reason
beautiful
little books
and cats
and rides
how i
love sparrows
truest friend
sparrows
always
there;
with me
always never
not there
like cats
the aliens
were envolved
from
centuries ago
who are trying
to determine what
human beings are
Oversion 
Leapt out of my poem at just that point,
juggling all those photofiles on the internet connection
with the computer rinsing the mind through
all the interaction with cats and animal leafdom
resting on the marvel of these images and this
marvelous day for which i thank you
Comment by oversion — October 9, 2009 @ 3:12 am
there oft similar, but if you know them,
there’s a larger black that ive called gem since 2007
who has the regard and veral space priority
among all the others, dom of the lots,
while a good few of the smaller ones
look a lot like him. The one referred to as a kitten
has plentiful bright bursts of a creamy rich caramel colour
randomly on its overall white and blackgrey form,
that one resembling gem’s mom, who was intensely rugged
and used to lead her troop across the hills,
before the main colony settled under a truck bed
last winter. To this day there are ferals who never go near
the truckbed behind mandarin. Seems there’s a kind of
tagging system from the dump thru the ravine
around behind our place and over to the mandarin lots
of related but distancing branches. Don’t see much in the way
of foxes. In winter there’s many many tracks of all kinds.
They make workdays wonderful.
Comment by oversion — October 10, 2009 @ 1:48 am