All my life, I’ve been giving the little mute girl words, gathering, storing, collecting; an arsenal against despair. She hides them beneath her tongue, like the stone which felled Goliath and waits to use them.

And when her life depends on them they vanish, useless, drowned in the river like the kitten no one wanted.

LBM 9/15/2021

Zazzy, a beautiful kitten grown into a beautiful cat