
In a shoebox under the Japanese apple tree in the middle of wet fallen leaves on the paving big cat was there. Her body was throbbing pink skin hairless. I bowed to touch with the finger her naked and warm bodye then leaned against his head We watch he and I and her eyes were crying and my heart opened. I delicately brushed her whiskers he slightly turned his head winked at me a sign to tell me that where he was it went. Take a new turn is childhood innocence to come back to yourself and prepare for a new birth in the perfect circle as the moon waxes and wanes in renewed pulsations in perfection nimble and clawed legs to jump on the ground and dig it. 869