Vincent the Stray

Vincent The Stray Mind soldiers march on but who is the private not yet promoted from privation to privacy from battle to peace Vincent feline and feral with one ear gone hungry and tattered ripped to shreds fed from our bowls growling scared and scarred for what little of life had remained One morning he floated and bloated he remained on the surface of the swimming pool as an authentic reminder of impermanence suicide without doubt but was it him or Van Gogh who copied and pasted in the year of the cat Drowned pirate freebooter cut throat privateer or maybe liberated sovereign unimpeded marauder questing the crests surfing where crowd became solitude’s dereliction Other cats follow us round and posit the question of who is master and mistress who owns whom for how long whose copy is mocked and impersonates mime Struggles are plenty so many questions alit and abound blazing individual communion patching eyes ears senses delusions illusion of distinguished misery and fabulous mystery and possibly Vincent the cat and the painter Sadly and wisely comprehended sophisticated responses and answers to the meaning of living together and alone when to follow congregation or when requirements vanish 05th December 2016