Whoever you are, go out into the evening,
leaving your room, of which you know each bit;
your house is the last before the infinite,
whoever you are.
Then with your eyes that wearily
scarce lift themselves from the worn-out door-stone
slowly you raise a shadowy black tree
and fix it on the sky: slender, alone.
And you have made the world (and it shall grow
and ripen as a word, unspoken, still).
When you have grasped its meaning with your will,
then tenderly your eyes will let it go…
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Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Sunday, September 2, 2012
No challenge left untested.
I still wonder sometimes, where did he come from?
What name did he go by before we gave him one?
What went wrong?
How did he come to be lost and far from home?
His penchant for risky behaviour no doubt got him into trouble.
Maybe he hopped into the back of a truck and was accidentally relocated?
According to a book that I was reading about Abyssinian cats, inviting one into your family is only recommended for "the experienced cat owner".
They're high maintenance. They bore easily, and love to get involved in whatever you're doing.
They will come out for a walk with you, and they'll fetch things you throw.
Dare I say it, they seem to be almost as much puppy as kitten.