22nd November, 2019 Friday
Night woke me dark cloaked at its exit. Dawn. These wakes are mine, not nustle prompted by the sound of plate sized paws padding on my bedded roost’s floor. I am stranger in that lone awakening.
Yet on my feet there is a weight. Insistent in its pressured presence, hooked over arch, it anchors leg, fettered I am until it releases as she snarffles her awakening to my stirrings.
The body is longer than 12 days ago and the weight is more, so much that shifting her is herculean effort. Insistent she is that where she rests is pressed up against and head slung over body part, anchoring.
I am not alone.
I stretch my hand to stroke soft hair swirling colors edged in disagreeing cowlicks, its curls foaming frothed haunches and a tail which would rival any mythic damseled tresses.
I can ask for simple rest in bed for just a bit before my bladder and those others dependent on a door to yard to loose must coax me out of bed to slippered sweatered wander down the trail of steps.
The river of bodies has changed a bit in just a few short weeks. The energy is soft and sweet, the tension gone. That tension I had watched for which made all multi bodied shifts just slightly alert, just enough to make dead sure what could would never.
Its sweet this river now.
But where to put my watcher now that she is obsolete. I had not realised how much of me she ran.
How much of me she had acquired.
After so many many days and years of my watcher, poised to work the magic of defense.
No longer required.
I had not realised how interesting it all was, that watching.
That game.
That ended with that passing.
Tea With Me 