We were talking about Milly, Bev’s cat
who had just butchered a baby blackbird
when Rob went feral.
I have never liked cats, he said. They should be locked up. Murderers all.
Go easy, I said. You ever eat at a restaurant?
Of course, he said.
Ever ordered a barramundi?
Ever sent it back because it was too fishy?
No, of course not.
Well, I said, you may as well berate a barramundi
for being a fish
as to castigate a cat
for being feline.
I came across a stricken Xmas beetle on my walk along the lake.
Somehow it had toppled over and was swivelling on its back like a break dancer, its little legs paddling the air.
Ants swarmed over it,
I grabbed a leaf and flipped the beetle over.
Ants leapt off, a black sizzle of anger..
I flipped it a few more times till all the ants had let go, then I stood back and as it rose into the air. the sun glinting off its sheeny wings, it looked back and seemed to give a little wave.
*pic courtesy of Wiki Commons
Proceed With Caution, the sign said
But I proceeded anyway
& came upon a cat
On the cold hillside
Damp with dew
Helmeted in cling wrap
& wished the hell I hadn’t