27th May 2022
Something of the cat in me…?
I couldn’t deny.
Love of independence; eternal curiosity;
Sense of humour diverging the obvious.
I love the Sun, naturally;
I relish a clear night too,
Am lured abroad by the Moon.
Mind, I don’t sunbathe long on any day;
Whereas Bracken or Comet or Mogulus
Will kip and snooze on and on
With fur, sometimes, almost too hot to touch.
For me, ten minutes enough
Somewhere breezeless found by feline instinct –
Such bliss in colder seasons, so special that benefit!
The luxury of listening to the air, the birds, the insects,
Of hearing from across the fields the Sea…
And the reward of seeing, within closed eyes,
The sudden forms of ideas
Which I sketch, with recorded voice,
For later distillation into words like these.
© Christopher Jessop 2022
