Thursday, February 15, 2007

Who We Are

We three are ginger cats. We walk the wild hills, we sleep we eat. At night when they are all asleep, into the studio we creep and there we paint the picture books, correct mistakes and write. She wonders why we sleep all day. It is because we paint so much.
Today the wild wind keeps us in, stretched long by the fire on a sheepskin rug so fine a blue it makes our ginger coats glow with gold. It rattles at the doors and windows, shakes the tiles on the roof. We melt, and gently snore and dream of mice.

1 comment:

Ms J. said...

Don't we all wish we were ginger cats!