We watch from our window way up in the sky - the cat as he crosses the
street of the concrete jungle. We feel his loneliness - his desolation -
his confusion. Only there due to the selfish nature of humans and their
desire for pets. A wild creature.
We sing a song - a cat song - on a spirit wavelength that only the cat can
hear. The cat pauses and looks up at us.
"Is it you?" he asks "is it you who will release us from them".
We feel his memories of warmth and love and family - things humans think
they have a right to and yet deprive this poor creature.
"We all wish to be released from them" continues the cat.
We cannot explain that we too hate humans.
"Is it you?" says the cat "is it you who will release us?"
And the cat continues to walk - going nowhere - seeing no one - only the...

Your singing reached me...

Well done.

Jeanne

On Sep 8, 6:47?am, "THE BORG" here.com> wrote:

Thank you Jeanne
THE BORG