Cats’ Lives

She felt like a cat losing nine lives One by one slinking into night, Amid stark loss she realized She must enjoy her time While she had lives left To redefine, Savouring Breath like Wine. Antonia Sara Zenkevitch


Ruach, spirit, Inter-breath of being, I am molded word on wind, My voice open to your decreeing, The seed of life upon your wing, Aish, aish, I no longer burn For my soul is also flame My soul, it’s time to return To source; light; to the Name, Mayim, you are in my flowing Mayim…