We’re Not Alone
We’re Not Alone
Who Goes There?
December 27, 2018
What’s Not There
The cat darts around the Christmas tree then sprints all hell toward the door and sprints back to the tree then spins and dashes toward the other door then bats at the unseen things swarming and swimming all about.
She sees ghosts, the cat does.
The cat sees the ghosts of cats long past and Christmases that have just died.
The phantoms and spirits of the mice she’s killed which haunt her now. The echoes and shadows of the cats that have lived in this house before.
The spirit of the smell of Christmas trees that filled this room long before any of us lived in this house.
The cat sees the past and she darts about the tree, toward the door and curls up on the couch.
Death and endlessness dance around her head and within her soul, this cat that keeps Christmas alive, the glow of the tree and shine of far off snow in her now sleeping eyes. –TK
Thursday, December 27, 2018