‘But the mingled, mingling threads of life are woven by warp and woof: calms crossed by storms, a storm for every calm. There is no steady, unretracing progress in this life; we do not advance through fixed graduations, and at the last one pause…’
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
whiskers and claws
cat misses bird. bird misses cat.
here is a poem about pangur ban by michael schmidt.
"... Prowl out of now and go down Into time's garden, wary with your tip-toe hearing."
