Our old cat has taken to drinking from the cold tap in the bath. I have no idea how he stumbled upon the bath tap as a source of water. He has a new water fountain down stairs but once or twice a day he insists on standing in the bath and drinking from the tap.
This prompted a poem.
our old cat has taken to drinking from the cold tap
just now I found him sitting in the bath crying
I turned the tap on and left him to scrutinise the stream of water
as if he had never seen the like before
I am summoned back by his cries
he looks as if he has forgotten what he went into the room forI'm not sure if I have used this photograph before but I found it recently looking through an old file and was taken by it's energy.
Climate Change Refugee Camp 7
This was hardly the retirement he had planned
but in the camp you had to learn to rub along
with this ragtag of mismatched humanity
all the people, like him, who had moved to the coast,
before in its death throws the ocean had risen.
Now he just couldn’t tune out the noise of their grumbles
or adjust to the little disappointments each day brought.
He looked up, not a single cloud in the sky
and tomorrow threatened to be even hotter
promising to case harden the iron soil of the exercise ground.
Here's a cover.Until next time.