At last we have sunshine after the wind and the rain. The fields are full of small swift snipe, the sky is patched with racing clouds and the bracken is beautiful ginger.
We walk, and the gorse bush still has golden flowers. Life is sweet. In the sky a peregrine with swift wings and sharp claws and slate dark feathers cuts across the sky like a knife, chasing snipe.
Winter sun shines low and lights the grass with gold, a halo around ginger fur.
On the journey home I am lifted high, the better to see the view. And the world looks beautiful.
4 comments:
These are just lovely cats. Estorbo has serious competition across the water...
Cats - did you always walk with your people, or were you coaxed in the beginning?
Look how happy you are to be outside, walking again!
Happy as ever a cat can be, and happy as only a cat can be.
I wish we had as beautiful a backyard as you do ~ if so, my kitties would be able to roam freely, too!
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