Crescent moon and nine cats.

 
 

Crescent moon 

 Taxi driver laughed and said "man you gotta come out more often in de night" as we looked in the western sky and saw the yellowish crescent showing partly on the darkened moon whose outline was visible in a clear sky. 

The bhajan singing on the ground, close to the earth had mellowed me out after a weird weekend. A wake house, place of loss and I had worried about ending the weekend with more reminders of loss. 

 But the bottom house singing, when singing on the ground, in open air has this connection with those ancestors who sat outside the logies on the ground and prayed and sang . This time I was on a chair, but in my head , I was also on the ground.

So is possible to look outwards a bit, and see the crescent moon rather than dwell on loss.

First time I am seeing the moon like this.

Taxi driver and I talked about life and death and grief and so. And about night time and day time driving. 

Nine cats

Come in the yard and to the east away from the moon there is a cat, white face, black body chilling under a bush. Cat looks at me like it wants to run, and I look back and then looks west. I turn my head and I see two small lights, then four. My eyes and mind take a time to adjust on the old concrete bench under the mix of trees, I see bodies of two other cats. First time like the crescent moon seeing three cats in the yard. The two watch me, then seem to be watching the other. 

Should I pick a side? But then they all watching me and I feel like I have to say 'excuse me' as I walk between them. Cats got this look, never mind dem cuddly things with smiling faces that the AI generated. Maybe I needed to write 'nine scary cats' instead of 'nine cats'..

The two decide to move away.. the one remains.. then walks behind them.

 I come upstairs.. realising that nuff things happen in the yard when I not looking. I don't want to look.

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Mind on the moon which has moved  so I can't see it from the windows I am about to close.. look over the road to the building which is about the oil money .. de whyte folks coming and going and de folks of colour who cleaning and repairing and driving dem and so.  See some shapes, shadows , on the ground. 

I put on spectacles and focus sleepy eyes and mind.. one gray striped cat chilling on the ground behind the gate ; two smaller ones one brown, one gray, kittens probably walking between the grills of the gate. 

And others standing, looking at each other, one moving.. and they have these various amounts of black and white on their bodies and I thought they were like from one family or something.. 

No noise.. taxi driver had said I live in a nice quite neighbourhood.. except of course when you hear screams and realise that cats are fighting and is not people. (The people who scream at each other also cuss - unlike the cats).

 Silence. I count and , count back when I say wait is nine?. I wonder if the security guard seeing them too.. they obviously don't care about the security. There is something about territory.. and I thinking how El Putino Latino Americano move in on de Americano territory and push aside de Comrade Caribbean Zelensky.. and I wondering like wait.. dese cats.. dey moving as El Putino, or dey protecting de Caribbean Zelensky.

But also crescent moon, Ramadan and stories of how ancient Muslims had valued cats.

There is a dog on the road, black dog watching them and I behind the dog. I want to take a photo but I sleepy. 

I think the dog like me, in awe of how these cats set up.

I close the window and lef dem.