Sunday, March 18, 2007

Dark and The Wind Cat

It is dull black night outside now and the Wind Cat prowls, waiting for anyone who so much as puts a nose out of the door. Something has made him angry. He is wild. He pushes his paws through the cat flap, and runs across the roof slates, clattering claws, rattling the windows and the doors. He has wiped away the stars and the moon with a blanket of thick, black fur.


Mideas said...

Oh Jackie, you do have to make a children's book out of this. This description is just wonderful. I can actually see the wind cat in the dark, dark night.


Griffin said...

Definitely. A wonderful bit of writing, evocative and wild.

You are wonderful Jackie, quite wonderful.