Poem
Let me end this newsletter with a poem about animals, inspired by my cats.
Animals and Humans
Animals don’t carry grudges.
If I stroke my cat in the wrong place -
just below his belly, where he’s sensitive -
he might lash out, and bite or scratch me.
But half a minute later, he retracts his claws
and starts putting again, as I stroke his chin
as if we never fell out.
Animals don’t wage wars.
When my cat spots next door’s tabby creeping through our
grass
he bristles and howls and chases her away.
He chases squirrels and birds too
and occasionally kills birds and mice.
But he’s never joined a large collective of cats
who plot campaigns of destruction
and slaughter other groups systematically
to avenge an ancient trespass
or to increase their power and wealth.
Animals live lightly, carrying nothing but their instincts.
They don’t attach their mind to their suffering
look for causes, complain or apportion blame.
Their pain passes by, leaving them untouched.
That’s why my cat sleeps so soundly
and purrs with deep contentment.
But the human mind is heavy.
As we walk through the present, we drag the past behind us.
And
the longer we live, the more unhappiness we collect
like travellers who buy goods at every town they pass through
until they’re so weighed down they can hardly move.
That’s why we share our lives with cats and dogs –
to remind ourselves of harmony
and faintly glimpse our old freedom
as we share their peaceful presence.
All best
wishes and blessings for the new year,
Steve