Well, I didn’t just lie there doing nothing the whole time.
Notebook entry: 11/07/13: “Leopard in a Tree”
“Sometimes, if I keep still, people just don’t see me.
Not even if I’ve got a leg or two hanging down.”
“It’s like being a child again
My world is a treetop
The sky full of leaves…”
“People sit on park benches beneath me, having
Not knowing there is a spy in a onesie
to the sounds of their voices
Words muffled in green.”
“..Here comes a business-man to eat his lunch
The crackling of plastic bags and aluminium foil
(A leopard leans forward to get a better look)
A paperback novel
Black socks and city shoes on a hot summer’s day
A ball of food moves in his cheek
His jaw goes up and down.
My left foot falls asleep.
Two wholewheat baps, filled
Followed by two satsumas
A glance at his watch
The book doesn’t hold him
He stares into space for a while
Picks his teeth.
Oh go on, then. Just another couple of pages.
If I were to cough, would he turn around, look up, and notice me?
Leopards surely cough, after all?
…That plane is too loud.
We have created a world full of noise.
Leopards are quite quiet
He doesn’t notice me.
He stands up, adjusts his waistband, looks around him (eye-level only)
And walks back to work,
He just shared his lunch-hour with a leopard.”