there is something down by the pier. it is
not a not cat. perhaps it once was, but now it has become something other, something that lurks in the shallow muddy water on foggy days, just there in the corner of your eye, then gone quick as you look. a shape in the distance, foul smelling puddles of
not quite water on the wood, a keening, mourning wail on the breeze.
help me it cries.
im so lonely it sobs.
join me it pleads.
Mail
Dear Eigengrau,
I've spent the last few days in
the city and it is very exciting
here. So much happening and
so many other not-cats going
about their business. You
should visit the city more often!
We could meet up for a
luncheon at one of the finest
cafes.
With love,
Lavender
P.S. I found something for you!:
