Rude Awakening: Morning Ritual

 

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“The duende, then, is a power, not a work. It is a struggle, not a thought. I have heard an old maestro of the guitar say, ‘The duende is not in the throat; the duende climbs up inside you, from the soles of the feet.’ Meaning this: it is not a question of ability, but of true, living style, of blood, of the most ancient culture, of spontaneous creation … everything that has black sounds in it, has duende.”

Rude Awakening: Morning Ritual

The duende of the old cat’s wail jars me from a dream.
Her volume grows with every piercing, throaty, grating scream.
And though it seems her hunger cannot wait for light,
when I spoon out her victuals, she does not take a bite.

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I rub her ears and skull and chin now that I’m awake
as the first muted rays of light soak into the lake.
The dogs detect my movement and paw their haven’s door,
scraping their metal dishes across the tile floor.

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Outside the far-off kitchen, the young cats voice their wail,
calling me too early to my day’s travail.

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Reluctantly I slog out to fulfill their rude request,
as the old cat circles and sinks to her warm nest.

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Since her breakfast, still untouched, sits crusting in her bowl,
it seems that desayuno never was her goal.
She’s merely been the chanticleer who has done her best
to arouse the world before returning to her rest.

Prompt words today are victualsduende, volume, awake.

17 thoughts on “Rude Awakening: Morning Ritual

        1. lifelessons Post author

          They do. Would you believe I did a little DOD shrine for Frida, my oldest dog who died several years ago. I put it on the floor where his doggie spirit could reach it. I had two dog bones on a plate (the cookie kind) and they kept disappearing. A few days ago I heard a crunching and Ollie, my large male cat, had eaten one and was finishing off the other. I’d never heard of cats eating doggie treats before.

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  1. slmret

    You really are the cat lady, catering to their every whim! I don’t think I’d be quite so generous as to wake up that early to feed them food that won’t be eaten for several hours! They really are beautiful, and have wonderful personalities (no, that has to be felinealities!). I love the story of the shrine for Frida!

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