Tuesday, October 9, 2007

It is night,

and the world is a dark place. No moon tonight, yet, and the night so dark we cannot see a paw or a whisker in front of our noses. A rich dark.
We are small in the world as we look up to the stars and a river of starlight flows across the sky, a cat's tail of light, The Milky Way. Starlight and satellite.
The houses and trees and hills are cardboard cut-out silhouettes in a paper theatre world of dark.
Nighttime creatures move in the stillness. It is not yet cold, though the year creeps towards winter. Frogs still move on the footpath from the house. The birds that threaded the hedges with bright colour sleep in crowded clusters, huddled for warmth and safety from the sharp toothed night hunters. In the stillness we hear only a murmur of waves on the distant sea shore. At night the beach reflects the stars, diamond light underfoot.
The wind is rising and dry leaf bones rattle on the autumn trees.
A shooting stars burns bright across the sky. We wish

11 comments:

Kelly Cat said...

I enjoy reading your description of life where you live... well-written and vivid scenes...

ChrisJ said...

Beautiful!

Miss Peach>(^,^) said...

How enchanting can the world be....I just found out here in your photos and prose...
Visit me sometime...I live in the wrong century, but am content with my cozy cottage...
Purrrrs Miss Peach

Libbys Blog said...

I love coming here, i know your not far away but sometimes you write like you live in another world!!

Boy said...

You seem to wive in such a beautiful pwace!

Henry Helton said...

That was really nice.

Nick said...

How is it you cannot see a paw nor a whisker in front of your noses? Have you not opened your cats' eyes, which I am reliably informed can see in light barely detectable by scientific instruments? Methinks you were employing paw-etic license, gingercats... :-)

Christine and FAZ said...

What a lovely blog. First time I've found you and really enjoyed today's entry. FAZ

The Ginger Darlings said...

Sometimes, when there is no moon and the clouds sit in places in the sky, the lights from the houses are all out as everyone but the cat sleeps, then it is the dark of the velvet darkness. We look out and our eyes catch what starlight lurks. But the velvet dark is deep, a pool of nighttime and even a cat with its eyes cannot see. Then we look into the universe that lives inside us.

Erica-Jane said...

Dear gingers!

You are all gorgeous!
There was a flurry of excitment amongst the mice that a cat had left a comment about them.
I've only just managed to calm them down.

Very pleased to meet you all. I would introduce you to my ginger cat, Tommy-Rocket, but he has social issues and is a bit odd. (But I love him :0))

goodfaery said...

Can I tag you too? I should imagine such wise and lovely ginger cats have many strange and wonderful facts to share!