Wednesday, March 21, 2007

The Wind Cat rests.

It is so quiet now on the hill. The wind has blown itself to tiredness. Where does the Wind Cat go to rest? The sky is full of birds set free now that the air is still. She watched a red kite soar in the sky while we sat and listened to the brown buzzard mew like a cat and the skylark song fall from the clouds. A danger walk today, climbing over rocks and fences, jumping over streams.

The on the way back up the hill to home the horses blocked our path. Red horse, red cat, red kite.

1 comment:

dragonladych said...

Ah, I must say you kitties never fail to cheer me up!
Love the posts and seeing you ginger felines. And now I can change my desktop image more often. I love Wales and I love cats!