#157 (the lucky cat)

a bat flew in last night her sonar gone awry a moth escaped her senses it just had stopped to fly a single dew drop on the beech moth's wings waiting to dry on the last step to our attic the cat caught it later lurking for some mice just as it was all dried … Continue reading #157 (the lucky cat)


#150 (the tick)

I found a tick, stuck in my thigh it wasn't thick, I think it died although it bit and tried to feast I was in luck; it got released ∇ so often I carelessly neglect the ones I do not wish to cross but hiding between branch and moss the tiniest beings need respect   … Continue reading #150 (the tick)