With you there is so little need for words,
our eyes say all that ever need be said,
but do you see cold death in clouds like curds?
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Daily poem: Terza Rima stanza 10
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With you there is so little need for words,
our eyes say all that ever need be said,
but do you see cold death in clouds like curds?
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Oh! That is an interesting turn 💜
We’re having kitten angst. A stray cat has had kittens in a field and although they’re tiny she’s nowhere to be seen. The kittens are roaming on their own. Tiny. I think there’s only one left of the four.
Will you take them in or leave them incase she comes back
We can’t take them in. Finbar would kill them. We caught one and tried to take it to the SPA but they are saturated so we had to bring it back. I don’t know what will happen now. It’s a female too.
It’s such a shame but you cannot do the impossible. Hard as it seems you cannot work miracles.💜
Stray cats living wild are still not wild animals. No wild animal lets its babies go before they can fend for themselves. The mother is probably expecting another litter. The whole situation is unnatural.
Yes it’s very sad 💜
We don’t know what to do for the best. It or they are only babies.
Light and dark are always walking side by side…(K)
Inevitable.
I wonder how this part is going to fit into the whole poem. It seems like definitive dark twist…
The other side of the coin.
More like the ‘dark side’ of the coin…
There is a dark side. We have to live with that.