Telling tales, of walking in wild places, of painting, of sleeping in warm places and of mice and other things....
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Over roof tops
Around the moon tonight, a halo of ice. And silhouetted against the sky the bear and his love fly, above the house, through the night towards the west, in search of the land that is east of the sun, but west of the moon.
When first we started there were four of us, all ginger, and Max. Time has passed. The ginger pride are ghost cats, appart from Elmo. Now the house holds Max, oldest, tabby farm cat, dark, usually found sleeping on a cushion, Elmo, last of the Gingers, beautiful handsome and wonderful who still walks to the high hill top. And now there is Baggage and Bundle, silver mischief in sharp clawed kitten form. The adventures continue.