Silent, but not sleeping
Angel took me for a little walk tonight. We walked along the road and came to a dead cat on the side of the road. Angel was talking quietly about the cat, his life, and where he came from. She didn’t know these things with fact. She is empathic to animals and her emotions.
I just stood there in the bitter wind, listening as she continued on. I was thinking in my head a few random things. It’s not really a poem, but if it is, then it’s a bad one, but here are a few things I thought and put them together.
You were living free,
Black as the night.
A car came by,
A torn bell collar lays near.
Silent, but not sleeping,
Your end is a beginning.
The spiral moves on …
We walked over to the police station hoping that they would know what to do or who we should call. No one was at the counter and I pressed the button for police assistance. A voice came over the speaker “Citizens please have a seat in the waiting room and an officer will be with you shortly”. I chuckled at how they addressed us as citizens. It just reminds me of those science fiction movies where everyone is a citizen, or a number. It is so impersonal to be called a citizen.
I sat down and Angel didn’t want to be there, so we left. She didn’t want the cat to just lay there. It is as if it is an insult to the cat if we just ignore it and don’t do anything. It was only eight thirty so we went to a nearby house and knocked on the door.
A boy came to the door and Angel asked if he had any cats. He said, “No”. We left the house and started walking home. Angel stopped along the way, torn up inside. I didn’t know what to do. I hate to admit it, but I just wanted to get out of the freezing cold and the wind.
We continued walking back home and then a friend of ours stopped in front of us and invited us into the car. We had expected him to come earlier in the night, but he hadn’t showed up.