Art, Music & Architecture
I could hear the music in my mind as I was driving home from a disappointing meeting with an art group to which I belonged. The night was cold and clear and the sky glittered with stars. I reached for my guitar as soon as I arrived home and recorded a track. I followed by recording a second guitar track, and after listening to my improvisation was lifted out of my despair.
This poem with guitar accompaniment is about an unruly cat who did not come home one night. We had not really connected, but I don’t know what can be expected of a cat. I was committed to him even to the point of tumbling down the stairs when I heard his encounter with a shrieking fox.
My cat appeared to be grinning at me that morning when I returned from the hospital. I suppose that he had worked out his differences with Reynardine the fox. Now, he was meowing for a more domestic meal and a fresh bowl of water.
