Imagine for now the rise and fall of a live landscape.
Alive without breathing, a breathtaking scene.
If I were a monk or even The Buddha, I could not be more present.
Yet it is still, it undulates, yes but it is unmoving.
And by chance very moving. there lies the contrast,
Morphology and landscape.
There now, I have let in science.
There are three horses.
A dark cat sits on a fence, the decision has been made.
The cat for now is committed.
To my left in a field
Two of the horses keep company,
They dine together on Devonshire grass,
Equines always eat their greens.
The white horse eats alone,
In a field fit for singletons.
This one has it all.
Another cat is distantly
Loving life at the hedge row.
Undistracted by the birdsong
This cat has been doing
Just what cats do.
Words & Pictures; ©2019 Christopher Thompson
Buckland Brewer, Devon.