To Felix Poem by Gert Strydom

The silence is full of peace
without any bird or animal noises
but not ominous
and it’s just as if there are no sounds
not even cars, busses, trains
and lorries that drive somewhere,
not even the wind blowing
as you rest in another world
that does not know about any love or pain,
where light and air is missing
and you could not
finish your last hunting expedition,
will never again
look down from the tree branches
to later climb down for some tea
to show your love with your purring sounds.