Thursday, March 13, 2008

Surviving the Storm



It came in on stealthy paws. First there was an unquiet stillness of the air. We could hear the murmur of the distant sea song rising. Then the wind began to blow. At first the wind was not too strong. We walked to the top of the hill, ears blown flat and fur ruffled. The horses were dancing in the fields with the wind in their tails. A wild excitement filled the air. At night it seemed that there was no storm as the wind blew from the south.
But on the third day the wind turned. It roared down the chimney and shook the windows. When we walked at night there were no stars and the rain cut at our faces like cold needles. It waited around corners, was cruel and harsh. So we curled in the warm of the house and waited too, for the calm to return.





And yesterday the dark heaviness lifted with a blue-sky and stormy day. The hawks all sat high on poles and trees, dazzled by hunger, watching and waiting. Buzzards flew like kites, tethered to rabbits confused by the storm. Small birds filled the hedgerows, all hunting, black rooks were thrown across the sky in ragged robber bands, but we still stayed curled in the warmth by the fire. It was a day of sharp contrast, of black and white shadow. At night the sky was blown clear of clouds and the small moon threw shadows again on the silver dappled ground.
Now the great dragon wind has moved on. There is almost a stillness outside. The trees still rattle with the odd memory of wind but the world is quiet and pearly gray and soft. The storm has passed while we have dreamed our cat dreams, curled happy together in the warm by the fire.



5 comments:

Daisy said...

Wow! Thanks for letting me feel a little part of the storm with you. I am shivering with excitement!

Nick said...

I've been worried about you cats and your humans. Over here in the South East everyone's been panicking as if Hurricane Katrina was on the way, with official warnings not to get out of bed unless absolutely essential. (My cats heeded this warning, although frankly it's hard to tell.) But I thought about you, who unlike us soft Londoners lack half a country to place between you and the Atlantic.

Cecil the Cougar: said...

I thinks that I must be seeing double! Or quadruple! So many beautiful orange kitties! You are very good writers, so descriptive! I can feel the wind against my furs and the rain in my face!

verobirdie said...

You made a beautiful tale of that!
I thought you had only three red cats, and I see 4? Some guest ? Or the dog changed into a cat ? Anyway, the pictures are beautiful as always.

Penny said...

We read of the storm and saw pictures on our TV. Here we are bracing against fire, another heatwave day, the 14th over 35 degrees and today another day of hot northerly winds. we pace around the house looking.