I stepped outside of My shadow lair, and sat underneath the inviting shade of an adjacent avocado tree to eat My afternoon breakfast. Perched atop a flimsy branch, surveying Me from above was the kitten I used to frolick with from before, except, she was no longer a kitten anymore.
The seasons had been rough to her, and she wore the marks of weathered reproach from her new master–Desolation.
Sensing that My absence had been her cat-'o-nine-tails, I threw a piece of fried plantain I was eating toward the base of the tree, in hopes that she would descend from her high-squat, and join Me.
But alas, she just sat there, unmoving, while the ants devoured My peace offering in earnest.
I longed to have her in My arms, and play, but some things are better cast away.