Monday, September 24, 2007
Evening and the wild wind cat.
Today, all day, the wild wind cat rattled at the cat door, and ran across the roof tiles and pushed at the windows. We stayed warm in the beanbags until we went walking as the sun was setting.
We followed in a line over lichen green rocks to the high place where Maurice found a cave.
Curled like a wildcat he looked out over the fields, safe from the cold chill of the wind cat's breath.
And Elmo ate flowers.