My
cat Evan knows nothing of war
or
famine or pestilence or blood.
Bravo
to his ignorance of ideology!
He
cares nothing for torn soldiers,
starving
children, the Ebola virus,
or
oozing traumatic amputations.
He
sits solemnly on the recliner
listening
to John Coltrane
thinking
only tranquil cat thoughts,
imagining
nothing more disturbing
than
kibble and another day of naps.
He
does not need to consider himself.
He
is himself - a sleek, gray
untutored
genius of silence:
the only true Buddha I've
ever met.
- mce
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