Jack was a bug. He was very compact. He had a sense of space that was even more generous than a cat's. He lived for pleasure, I guess. He enjoyed scurrying up and down surfaces, having a wee drink here and a bit of food there, and he'd communicate with friends and even with creatures not his species. He always felt he could grow by communicating with others, even those called "inanimate." A twig, for instance, you sort of "feel with," he'd say. Anyway, he was DDT'd.
By Donald Lev
Donald Lev lives and writes in High Falls, NY, where he publishes the newsprint literary review Home Planet News, that he and his late wife Enid Dame founded in 1979.
© Copyright 2007 Donald Lev
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