As I lie down to sleep I catch the faintest smell of cinammon in the air. I close my eyes and see a vision a one eyed feline walking outside my window just staring at me without a purpose. I place my hand against the glass window it rubs up against it wanting an act of compassion. I smile not of pleasure but because I know the story of this cat. It was the pet of a beautiful girl, hair black as the night, eyes green as the trees, beautiful was this girl but not sane of mind, she dug a knife into its the cats right eye and with blooded hands runs out into the woods screaming in horror and dissapearing into the night.
One Eyed Feline
September 22, 2010