cats

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Did not want to go straight home today.

I dropped by a pseudo-river bank in the city.

Having one good beer at the very warm evening at the

end of summer.

First sip is always special when needed

and looking at these kitties at riverbank,

I should have to wonder if I am ever happier than they.

Probably not.

They are just having their moments,

grooming themselves away from humans

and enjoying busking in their own terms.

They will react when it rains just as they have to,

only naturally,

They will endure storms, without a fuss.

THEY WILL JUST SO REACT to that and do with it,

ALWAYS, as long as they live.

Let me just compare myself to them.

Well as if I should.

I think too much.

Too much garbage.

Too much garbage all my life.

All long years.

Why I should have?

I don't know.

And IF I EVER DO

I don't want.

It's obvious why.

It is waste of my time,

It is waste of my life,

Precious ever,

Just whatever left.

left by the one much bigger than I am.

I should be happy to think I know that there is something

bigger than I am,

Back to those cats.

wow, there were three when I started to write this,

now I see four during this little time.

CATS....

They look even more relaxted and becoming part of the ground.

There is no tension on them.

they are grooming their white and black tabby.

his white part shines.

I can still hear the roaring of the motorcycles from far,
and only when I notice there are other life living out there.

than these wild cats and me.

I don't know if I can ever be happier than these very down-to earth animals.

Oh my,

now two of them started to crawl down to devour sleeping together feeling the warmth of
each other.

and the others are about to do the same.

I don't know about their life after this time.

But I don't think it's likely they are having less happy time than I am.