Annie had what you might call a weakness for life.
Yet she had incompleteness.
She was not a Mother, wife or child.
She was still out there waiting and wandering through time.
She would look and as far as the eye could see, the peaks of tall buildings cut the air, and had grown as far as the heavens.

There reflections glared into opened eyes.
Vision impaired, they scurried like wild cats taking shade.
What shadier a place than that of prayer and repentance.
A place that had been for many a wild cat, a place to loose the heat and be cool once more.
Annie spoke of people in playgrounds playing the games of life.

Children trapped in bodies of greed, vengeance and fire.
Melting into pools of heat, ready and waiting to burn all who dare swim.It seemed like the channel they were swimming, until they finally reached the end.
Those wild cats licked their wounds and moistened their scorched skins.
They were free once more.