12/24/18

Night Wandering

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Whispering wishes to wisk away
all the earthly woes today
Gossamer drapes and pinwheel charms
Welcome you into my arms...
Walk in night, above the grass
feral cats release the past
No one cares what age you are
when your home is in the stars...

11/11/18

Three Trees

I saw three trees
barks black, one white, one brown
leaves all entwined
roots joined to face the storm
I watched them through seasons
They never wavered once
Together they were strong
against the wind, the rain, the snow
They slept through the winter
bows swaying in the cold
still holding one another
While the season carried on
Spring found them budding
leaves still entwined
together roots all bound
three as one - the trees remain


@KY Cady 2018

10/2/18

Debbie

The other day I saw an older tiny lady looking for change in her purse for some chips - she was the lady who stands on the corner with the paper people sell for donations. I told her I could pay for her chips. She said thank you - and when i was leaving the gas station, she asked for a ride. She is tiny, about late 60s. There are assaults and robberies on the corner and i said yes. Her apartment complex is across the way from mine. She told me her name was Debbie and she had a cigarette behind her ear. Probably bummed one. This tiny lady made me feel positive and safe as we talked in the car - she is one of the strongest women i know. She starts on the corner at 6:30 AM and stays all day. She has an apartment. She's alone. And she's amazing. I could feel such strength from her..... thank you Debbie. 

CAT IN THE HOOD - Chiquita's Story


"I am telling my tale from my hiding bush in this third world America. Nothing surprises me anymore. I'm a totally self-contained kitty - with the help of a human who seems to care - sending food my way and water. I won't let go of my instincts though - bugs have always been delicious and I'm not about to give them up! My name is Chiquita. I have survived being trapped and my sex taken from me - but, in the long run - it's ok - I don't have to worry about being chased by these big old toms and attacked. I don't want to go through what my mom did. She did her very best. Me and my brother left - she didn't make it. We did - I am a survivor - I'm a cat in the hood." 

“You need to know first about me. I love my freedom – that’s number one. I’m two years old and according to statistics I won’t live much past five unless my human keeps caring for me – then I may be able to have a full life. But it’s not easy dodging those souped-up motorcycles that split my eardrums and cars that sound like bombs are driving them from across the street! Why do humans so love noise? Don’t they understand how much more they could learn and thrive if they simply would listen to what’s around them?” ... to be continued....

8/14/18

Firefighter

What is a firefighter?

A man, a woman,

A son, a mother,

A neighbor,

A prisoner,

A friend,

A hero....



- kycady


Photo from the LATIMES.com

6/26/18

Watership Down

Madness prevails
but midnight stars still shine
I only get out just so often
these days to look at themIt all seems so normal
but I feel my skin crawl
like Fiver who understood
the danger
The changes happen behind
closed doors....
This is how a war,
a revolution,
a coup
begins...
You are not crazy,
you are right...
.




- kycady

Burning Man


Burning  Man  by KY Cady

I knew he was sick the minute I saw him.
His once handsome face bloated and oval,
screaming warnings of cortisol gone awry.
His stomach not a 'good ole' boy' beer belly,
instead double its size on a slender body,
blood clots writhing inside with indiscriminant glee.
I said something.
His sister waved her hands and exclaimed,
"No! His blood pressure is just fine."

That evening we went to the steakhouse where he
downed Martini's as if drinking the blood of Christ.
His eyes burned with a fire that scorched me.
He spoke rapidly; and cried about Jack.
Jack, the little feral he nursed with more care and love
 than Tim had ever betrayed before.
One night he knew, he told me, he knew.
Jack was begging him to let go.
He did and downed a bottle of Scotch
when he came back from the vets.

I woke up that March suddenly.
Tim was dying.
Although we hadn't talked for months,
I called his number, frantic, whispering hotly in the phone,
"You're sick, Tim, very, very sick ... please see someone".
That was the day of his first stroke.
The second finished him off two months later.

Burning Man - he never got to the festival.
He'd once joyfully spoke about going,
with laughter punctuating that indelible
Southern drawl, deep and whiskey-tinged.
Burning man - he went May 15, 2010 -
the fire consuming him whole.
Nothing less would do…




2013@Kim Cady

5/7/18

First Impressions of a Kitten

I walk down the street
and enjoy that little sparrow
who flew away in front of me...
It's really too noisy though
and wish I knew where my mama was...
I may be on my own now
it won't be easy....
but it sure looks easier than what I see around me
I feel these creatures
angry, impatient, unaware of their surroundings.
They yell and rarely seem happy,
looking down into a small black pool
they hold in their hand...
they get in these huge ugly things
I run away from.
They disappear and I'm glad..
finally it's really quiet and dark...
Nights are so much better...
I found my sister - and she helped me back
to our nest - Mama was there
I ate and slept ... and hoped I'd never have to
leave her and see what I saw today again....


kycady