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Cozy Contemplations - 12. Chapter 12 Night Journey and Falkor

Yeah, Falkor is a cat I didn't really want :) 

Cozy Contemplations

 

 

Chapter 12

 

 

Night Journey

 

 

Again I welcomed my nightly deluge

While lying awake in blanketed refuge

A glorious thunder came with the rain

To calm the thoughts of a fast-racing brain

 

Mother Nature harkened my call

Allowing my fears to free fall

The drumming sound upon my roof

Encouraged me to stay aloof

 

I fought the urge to rely on a pill

While the earth mother gave me back my will

Still, inside me a harsh battle rages

Clear it can only be won in stages

 

So inch by inch by inch by inch

A daily struggle not to flinch

While tearing down my new-built walls

To rid myself of fear that galls

 

I will take full joy in this new day

And trust soon I will find my own way

Thank you, Mother, for your soothing voice

Providing me strength to make a choice

 

 

 

Sometimes the forces of nature are the best medicine of all

 

 

 

 

 

Falkor

 

 

Suddenly dropped on my doorstop

By desperate owners in need

Introduced to a white-haired mop

Another whiskered mouth to feed

 

I thought I was adopting you

But it became a two way street

What’s an aloof old man to do?

When you’re twining around my feet

 

Quickly you claimed me as your own

Late nights lounging on my back porch

Showing me I’m no longer alone

So for you I now carry a torch

 

Bright yellow eyes follow my moves

Falling trees will not make you run

Now we’ve settled into our grooves

Watching me has become your fun

 

I fret when you are out of sight

You’ve become a part of my day

Cats often vanish with the night

Please don’t leave, I want you to stay

 

 

 

 

 

Thanks for reading.
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Strange coincidence--it rained early this morning while I lay in bed, blissfully ignoring the not-so-alarming alarm on my computer.  If it sounded like an old fashioned alarm clock rather than a merely repetitive little chime, I'd have gotten up to turn it off...but it didn't, so I didn't.  I've always loved the rain, and the sound of it on a roof, or hitting the ground has always calmed me down, even though yesterday it blew pretty hard in the afternoon before dying away for the night.

 

As for cats, well we all know my stance on those with my moniker and my avatars.  Hard to believe next month will be the end of the second year since Bortai's been gone.  I better not think of that, I'm feeling my throat constrict even now.

 

Back to writing--I owe you a chapter, my dearest friend.  :)

 

xoxoxoxoxoxo   :lugh:

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On 7/21/2017 at 6:55 PM, ColumbusGuy said:

Strange coincidence--it rained early this morning while I lay in bed, blissfully ignoring the not-so-alarming alarm on my computer.  If it sounded like an old fashioned alarm clock rather than a merely repetitive little chime, I'd have gotten up to turn it off...but it didn't, so I didn't.  I've always loved the rain, and the sound of it on a roof, or hitting the ground has always calmed me down, even though yesterday it blew pretty hard in the afternoon before dying away for the night.

 

As for cats, well we all know my stance on those with my moniker and my avatars.  Hard to believe next month will be the end of the second year since Bortai's been gone.  I better not think of that, I'm feeling my throat constrict even now.

 

Back to writing--I owe you a chapter, my dearest friend.  :)

 

xoxoxoxoxoxo   :lugh:

So many times in my life I've wondered about coincidences ... they sometimes feel destined in some way, like when you so badly need a lift, and an old friend calls out of the blue. Nature too, gives me that lift. Storms come at the right times, and this one certainly had it timed right. Falkor came at the right time too, and the joy he gives me, while unexpected, is truly appreciated. Yes, it's hard to believe Bortai has been gone that long. I remember dedicating a chapter to you and him at the time... thanks, buddy, for all you give me... cheers... Gary.... xoxoxo

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Just now, mogwhy said:

cats find the owners they need and who need them

Almost missed this, moggy. I think you might be right about how pets find us and we find them. Karma, destiny, chance... who knows... it's what I responded to CG about coincidences... often, there seems to be a deeper purpose... thanks for taking the time to comment... it's appreciated... cheers... Gary... xo 

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Oh man, Falkor, I can so relate to what you wrote. Before, I was a dog person, but when Charlie entered my life as a wee kitten, I became a cat person.  Don't get me wrong though, I still love dogs. But seeing a kitten that is 8 weeks old,  walking up to you and leave his siblings behind, he choose me first. I love him to bits. Now he is 9 years old, but still several times a day he comes to me to cuddle. We love to do the head bump, when I am at my desk, he will walk up to me and bump his head against my forehead.

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13 minutes ago, Job said:

Oh man, Falkor, I can so relate to what you wrote. Before, I was a dog person, but when Charlie entered my life as a wee kitten, I became a cat person.  Don't get me wrong though, I still love dogs. But seeing a kitten that is 8 weeks old,  walking up to you and leave his siblings behind, he choose me first. I love him to bits. Now he is 9 years old, but still several times a day he comes to me to cuddle. We love to do the head bump, when I am at my desk, he will walk up to me and bump his head against my forehead.

I'm a dog person too. I lost my old girl a while ago, and I don't yet find myself ready to bring a new dog into her home. Falkor has been a blessing I didn't expect. He acts more like a dog than a cat, and he looooves me. Wherever I go on the farm he follows. He disappears when I'm on my lawn tractor, though. :) He seems to know when I need extra attention... and he's quite content to lay at my feet. I'm still surprised at the connection we have. I have two other barn cats, and my son has two cats in his rooms downstairs, but none are like Falkor... It sounds like you have that same connection. Charlie sounds awesome. Thanks for the wonderful comment, Job... cheers... Gary....

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2 hours ago, raven1 said:

Falkor is a beautiful love poem.  I also enjoyed Night Journey. As a youth I was fearful and fascinated by lightning storms.  With age I have lost the fear, but not the fascination.  Now, I also find comfort in the storms.  

Storms remind us of how small we are, but when the rage outside, that feeling of safety while wrapped in a blanket is intensified. I don't understand it... I just feel it. I am fascinated too. Falkor is gone now, but he was such an unexpected gift. How I used to fret about that cat. I miss him, and I often walk to his grave to say hello and tell him so. :hug: 

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