Wild flowers, long grass, golden, summer.
Green lane to the top of the hill filled with emerald light. We walk together.
Over the rocks, through gorse, a twisting path where foxes run, we wait for Bella and Pixie and Maurice.
Pools of sunlight colour the rain bruised fields. We glow bright and over head the peregrines claim the sky as their own.
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"We glow bright and over head the peregrines claim the sky as their own." Bah! Let 'em have it. The land is for the cats... even if you would put your paws upon the moon.
Well maybe yes, and their small brains hold only fierce thoughts and fast flight, slate backed and sickle clawed. And yet still we wish for wings. Still we dream and yearn to fly.
Well if you're going to be poetic about it then you have imaginations vast as oceans, eyes like moons, bodies smooth-moving as quicksilver and are sickle-clawed yourselves.
But yes... I too yearn to fly even like the pinion-fingered crows, shadows in the pale skies...
But as cats, beloved of white-armed Selene, pale wanderer of the night sky, only a cat may put paws upon the moon's robes.
'Comme un chat aux pieds d'une geante' - Like a cat at the feet of a giantess. So said Baudelaire and he ought to know.
I have given you an award. Please go to my blog to get the details. I am continually amazed at your beautiful photos and fascinating perspective. Thanks for the lovely snapshot of your lives.
~Laura
Wow, what amazing photos of you all in the green grasses!!
I love the picture of the cat and the doggie! Its gorgeous!
what a lovely place to live and walk.....
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