TO KILL A MOCKINGJAY

People said we are descendants of the kings; From the Sabre-tooth in Siberia, to Cecil in Africa.

People said, we are the children of a Goddess; with her black, thick fur, jade green eyes, piercing through the soul.

People said we are the art of war. Although only one philosopher said so willingly. We move swift as the Wind and closely-formed as the Wood. Attack like the Fire and be still as the Mountain.

Those are when we die; but when we live, we live in the pits of garbage bin, scraping the trash of men.

When we live, we live not in glorious fur, but in dust, rags, and sewer.

We still move swift as the Wind and closely-formed as the Wood. Attack like the Fire and be still as the Mountain, but only when we are winning the hunger game.

The rest of the time we sat still, looking up at the foot of men, for mercy.

And at the bottom of it all, close to the eye of their storm, I stand with them. I live with them, I see them, I hear them. I breathe with them, I fight with them. Sometimes we win, many times we learn.

Like when I move to one place and think this time I’d settle down, and they can join me, our house were taken away from us. Like when I thought I finally found someone who can help me hold my ground against the everlasting wave of newborn, doomed to the fate worse than their predecessor, we ended up in deeper pit than when we first begin.

But even now I find myself in trouble from time to time, when trust betrayed and stock dwindled. When men grin and said “We have this, no one else has the better, a lot of people use this by plenty and their cats are always new. So you take this, or leave hungry”

At first I take their words, then I leave, but never hungry. I always find something else to feed the cats, and many more on the street. I always find a way to keep them healthy, so I can go on and help the other, I always find another tree to climb and find the sun. If I cannot find the sun, I will find the moon, if I cannot find the moon, I will seek the stars.

If I lost them all and only see the rain, I shall find the river.

The lion is most handsome, when looking for food.

So I keep looking, I keep turning. I keep running, I keep walking.

I keep asking.

And the answer come from a friend from out of town, in a small village that has no pet food, and even less veterinarian. She had bought food for her rescues from nearby capital, but as of late arm herself with a grinder.

Oh, my love. There is a basket of fresh bread on my head, yet I go door to door asking for crusts.

So I hide behind the door of my bedroom and listen to my soul. Listen to my mind, be frenzy in my calculation. Whoever’s calm and sensible is insane! Food is dwindling and unless I come with a new way, or be afraid and come back to that shop to surrender and worry another time, I know I will never win the war.

I went out of the door, gather my coins, and go outside hunting.

First the freezer, then the meat, and at the very last, the grinder.

I choose carefully which to buy, and where to buy from, but I made the wrong lunge, and fall to the swamp. The money was gone, but no grinder come.

Sometimes, though, we need to lose small battles, in order to win the war.

I borrow money, and again Christine. She is like Mary Poppins with her umbrella landing down like falling leaf, landing gently in the shores of my Iwo Jima. On Monday the court will decide, and I know it will decide in my favor. Champions win first then go to war, while losers go to war first and seek to win.

By the dawn of the next week there will be enough for everyone, fresh meat, the food of their ancestors, the feast of kings, and they all come from local business. Pasture raised and free range, though unlike my own charges always torment their prey, those slaughtered humanely.

I’d not be worry for shipping fees, I’d not be worry to be chased for the next order, I’d not be worry of wandering around all day for the next bag while the little ones dying. I’d be going where the others would stay, and can spend more time for the likes of them and caring and healing, instead of wondering what will become of us.

I’d be staying at home more, work, and produce instead of getting stuck somewhere scraping the next dime.

Whether this arrangement would last? I have no answer with me; but this road opens, so this road I take.

“Gamble everything for love, if you are a true human being. If not, leave this gathering. Half-heartedness doesn’t reach into majesty.”

~ Josie

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Credits:
Sun Tzu (also rendered as Sun Zi 孫子) was a Chinese general, military strategist, and philosopher who lived in the Spring and Autumn period of ancient China. (544-496 BC):

Move swift as the Wind and closely-formed as the Wood. Attack like the Fire and be still as the Mountain
“Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first and then seek to win”
we need to lose small battles, in order to win the war.

Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī (30 September 1207 – 17 December 1273), was a 13th-century Persian, Sunni, Muslim poet, jurist, Islamic scholar, theologian, and Sufi mystic.

The lion is most handsome, when looking for food.
“What matters is how quickly you do what your soul directs.”
“There is a basket of fresh bread on your head, yet you go door to door asking for crusts.”
Whoever’s calm and sensible is insane!
“Gamble everything for love, if you are a true human being. If not, leave this gathering. Half-heartedness doesn’t reach into majesty.”

Picture is a mural art piece on the street in Chichester, United Kingdom, courtesy of JPS street artists (Germany).

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