I was sitting once at some wooden chair.

Having my dinner. One of those cheaper;

But very tasty places where you can feast on chicken.

Right nearby the roads leading to the viewing point.

Where people at stalls fry cassava crisps. Near the sea.

My teeth grind the chicken's luscious meat.

And a cat shoves itself below my knee.

I throw it some bones. It feeds very carefully.

Warm wind blows. I feel the salt of the sea.

On my face and body, rich. It flavours my

Chicken, just enough for it to be perfect.

People walk past. Their clothes flying like flags.

Each person a real institution, even those "beggars".

(As they are so damn simply known)

I see myself whizzing around in my mind through the streets

Which will take me back home to sleep. The route planned,

The cats fed, the wind still blowing, I leave my bones.

Like a man just let out from an undersea cage;

That protects him from sharks. I am out.

The cats leap onto the plate. I dont know what to think.

As my cage had gone away.

And left me a few metres from the surface.

With 3 Great Whites around me in the sea.

I have no means to breathe. I realise I am bait.

And I become an animal.