Cat moments and convergence.
On a tree, by the lanai, where I sit, at the computer, there is a set of chimes, I made mathematically, out of copper and iron pipes.
Sitting here, minding my own, two cats spiraled up opposite sides of the single tree and converged at the wind chimes, each growling at the moment.
As the chimes toll, the cats stay frozen just for a moment, singing in anger before both hop off of the tree and scatter as the chimes fade away, the only record of such now is here in these words and in your imagination and in my memory and those of the cats.
Perhaps even the tree.
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Still I have to wonder: What did the moment ever do to them that they felt the need to growl at it?
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