My neck is cracking
whilst looking at the moon,
a cat is meowing in the neighbourhood:
interrupting my meditation;
so I go inside and write.
And as I write, I see a fly
finding its bed for tonight
at the tip of a coniferous branch
in my vase; and suddenly, I realise,
I had too many beers tonight…
But I comfort myself
with the thought, that
without drink, probably
I would have not noticed the moon,
the cat, the fly, and myself
acknowledging
that I had too many beers!
Original and beautiful train of thoughts, I could vividly imagine the moon shining, the cat meowing in the distance and the fly finding a bed in the coniferous tree in your vase.....definitely too many beers... Great write!
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A cat is meowing in the neighbourhood. This is breaking your meditation. You are looking at the moon continuously and feeling tired and this sign is felt well. Still you are very comfort acknowledging this imagery of night moon. An amazing sharing is done here with beautiful expression...10