#my cat has been really sick
as if awakened, he turns his face to yours; / and with a shock, you see yourself, tiny, / inside the green-gold amber of his eyeballs / suspended, like a prehistoric fly.
-Rainer Maria Rilke, “Black Cat”
as if awakened, he turns his face to yours; / and with a shock, you see yourself, tiny, / inside the green-gold amber of his eyeballs / suspended, like a prehistoric fly.
-Rainer Maria Rilke, “Black Cat”