As always it comes back to the real... to the here & now. Kit Kat ... a black cat with green gold eyes & the pinkest of tongues... prowls the tall grass, eyes the ladybugs scuttling after aphids along the Cottonwood roots, sniffs the dew on the fender of the junkyard Half Ton, ears perked to the magpies scrawling up on the rooftops of the garden shed, delicately touches the tip of his tongue to the tuna fish flakes tumbled from a tin can in the toppled trash bin, lets the night breeze off the slough-pond whisk his whiskers. My greatest humility is to fully acknowledge that being Human is not enough. I join the circle of all sentient beings. My freedom is not just for my fellow Man. I accept the sovereignty of each & every creature in this bounteous Universe. The black cat called Kit Kat narrows his gaze. He sees me. Blinks once... twice. He knows.
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