There is a new cat in my garden. I don’t know where she comes from or to whom she belongs.
When I hung the laundry out on the line, she watched me from underneath the raspberry bush.
Later on I had a coffee in the garden and then we watched each other and I wondered: Who is observing whom?
I am a catwoman.
I wander through this world,
Look and observe,
Make myself invisible yet present.
I can lay me down somewhere
But can leave any minute.
I can be anywhere
I heard the bees zooming around the roses, heard the sound of pigeons. A blue sky with white clouds passing by.
Me, the cat, the surrounding: it was peaceful and in harmony. We both had our own spot, our own space, kept and honoured the distance between us, yet very aware of each other’s presence.
Till the cat got tired of watching catwoman. And then she just slowly raised herself, turned around and showed me her butt.