Black Flowers

Once upon a time, there was a little girl, or maybe a little boy, we don’t know anymore, for it was a long long time ago.
The little girl fell in love with a star. the star was already in love with a flower.
The flower's thorns hurt the girl, the girl turned into a monster, she started destroying every flower. she painted them all black.
The star was up in the sky, didn't do anything at all, till now , no one knows if she ever cared.
The flower died, and all other flowers turned into black stones.
The girl remained a monster, and she is still somewhere in some forest. She visits me sometimes, and brings me a bouquet of black stones.
Maybe someday she will not be a monster anymore, or she will stop coming here.
I'm moving at the end of the month, maybe she won’t be able to get to my place, but I feel sorry for her.
I know she will find her way to my new place anyway.
Maybe I’ll return to my previous shape, an alley cat, but there are no alley cats here, there is just aristocats, cats with toys and flee collars and meow mix.
Maybe if I’m back to normal again, as my real self, the stray cat, maybe monster girl wont find me. I hate black stone flowers

Ottawa - 1997