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They each have a unique scent.

Curled up on my chest

I put my head down

and breathe.

Their head rests on my shoulder

as their purrs resonate through them

into me.

I can breathe.

Until a strand of fur flies up my nose

and I sneeze.

The angel misspoke.

Things went perpendicular

before going off tangent.

It was not a calculated risk.

More like a division

between the fractions.

The sum of the experience

gave way to the roots squared

and the heavenly being left.

Stress

Anxiety

Worry

Doubt

Insecurity

Fear

Grief

Philosophy kick.

Not a magazine.

Thoughts in words.

Dangerous or benign.

All asking will you

like me and what I do?

If so, please subscribe.

Games played are not always won.

A family with allergies.

A caterer sent to feed them.

The allergen that would kill them

is mislabeled by the parents

as not threatening to them.

So fed to them it is.

All because of one mistake.

So the grandmother must take care of them

until they recover or die.

They did not listen to her advice.

Then neighbours stop by

and also see the devastation caused

and the family offers up sandwiches left by the caterer.

What if that caterer was a disease

and the family people who disliked injections.

Once the neighbours were involved

and they have been made ill too

ask yourself…

Whose to blame for the neighbourhood’s destruction?

The caterer/disease?

The family?

Or fact that they could have prevented all of this

with a simple injection?

Like the advice that the grandmother said would help?

Stubborn people do not always think of others

nor do the others think they have anything to fear.

Not a word.

But it rolls off the tongue smoothly.

I wonder if it is a process?

Or a mere philosophy?

It could be the process of people

finally accepting the truth about facts

and that science does not know all the answers

but is better prepared for reality than

say,

conspiracy theories?

Or it is just a nonsense word made up by me.

Prayers whispered up fervently.

A desire to do good once it is over.

A promise that the good dead will be done.

All in the name of the heavens

should the hammering pain go away.

As the day goes on

the temperature rises.

As the sun continues to rise

the days grow warmer.

As the weeks go by

outside looks brighter and brighter.

As the years go by

we find ourselves in a crisis.

But what do we care

if the world gets warmer and warmer.

Green leafy things.

Fruits of all sorts.

Legumes of the world.

Screams of the vegetables

echoed in the screams of the meat.

We all need to survive.

Which way is more humane?

We all talk about animal cruelty

but is it the ones who hurt or kill them to blame?

Meat fuels our bodies

and I have seen humane ways of killing.

After all, the guillotine was meant to reduce suffering for those who had to be executed.

Still I understand.

Your choices are not mine.

I will choose to respect them.

You look fabulous today.

You are an amazing person.

I love your laugh.

Your work looks great.

Well done!