Monday, December 8, 2008

Clouds like lions rage across the night sky.

Only the brightest of heaven's lamps shines through tonight. The path is silvered by moonlight, and the clouds run like lions across the sky. North wind brings cold. In the lea of the wind there is stillness. In the shadows of the moon the dark is deep as the shadowcat again bides his time, and all the time the moon grows.


Anonymous said...

Salutations, Cats Three,
Not that you need such things, but I've given you an award on my blog. It is in gingham check. It is here: .
PS Please tell Her that I think her writing is exquisite.
- Turtle.

April Jarocka said...

Hi wonderful mogowski's! Love your blog btw and those hares are just exquisite. Ugly Rabbit would love them too...