Watching me watching you?
Water runs from an open tap,
and down an open drain.
An idea dies as it is born,
to be thought up again.
I watched a magpie dance, hopping, flapping, picking at the ground.
I don't know if it was aware of me, but I'm sure it looked my way, and it guided my thoughts into an avenue of contemplation. How much are we aware of what is around us? How much have we evolved to shut out? Is there such a thing as survival?...It's just a matter of time for all of us anyway...and time is just a measurement of decay.
Ramblings of a tired cat. Tired and hungry.
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