i am lost at 1 a.m.
sitting on some steps leading to a temple
there’s this lady
an old man
and some cats
these cats
they wont take my food
hisses at me
and bounced off when my shadow came too near
they only respond to this lady
(who feeds them i supposed)
she pats them very often
and even cradled the ginger one in her arms
the cats followed wherever she went
but stopped at the last step of the temple after she said goodbye
all eyes on her till her silhouette disappears into the alleys
then slowly strolls off
back to their sweet spots around the tree.
this is not a twenty thousand year old building
or was it at a landmark where some very important historical events took place
but this particular feeling i felt
it’s special.
macau,
it’s good to be home
i wont trade anything in the world for this moment.