the cat

came across a poem... taken from De Berniere's Birds Without Wings... like it very much. It talks about the cat but in relation to us, humans, it does brings such an affective meaning and somehow it is soo true. How human being never realise the way of life that they are enjoying or what they choose to be is in fact will kill them in the end. Will send them to eternal sufferings. Well, dont want to elaborate much but i really love this poem. one good metaphora about life led by most people, perhaps.

THE CAT

She was licking

the opened tin

for hours and hours

without realising

that she was drinking

her own blood.

-Spyros Kyriazopoulos