Grey sky,
flowers, not yet sun-woken,
sleep, but birds fill the tree
with colour.
Cat sits,
her gaze fixed,
not on bright, darting feathers,
but on the deer
high-stepping along the stream,
dreaming of the taste
of fur and hot blood.
Grey sky,
flowers, not yet sun-woken,
sleep, but birds fill the tree
with colour.
Cat sits,
her gaze fixed,
not on bright, darting feathers,
but on the deer
high-stepping along the stream,
dreaming of the taste
of fur and hot blood.
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Would you believe I have never known what Bjork looks like? I know her voice, obviously and always thought it was a bit strange. Now I’ve seen this video, she will sound like a weird sea creature for ever and ever 🙂
Yes. love it. In a weird, odd way, this made me want spring to be here for real.
If it moved you at all, I’m pleased. The wildlife is appreciating the spring, why shouldn’t we?
Oh, such a gentle start and then come the hunger of nature- love it Jane
Thanks, Damien. Trixie is turning into a determined huntress. The way she was watching that deer made my blood run cold.
Spring awakening in many forms–sight, taste, hearing. And the hunter awakens, too.
Do your cats react to music? One of ours does, but the other doesn’t.
Trixie reacts to food, not much else. The little cat, the girls maintain, loves flute music. It wouldn’t surprise me. I had a cat when I was a child that used to go crazy over any high pitched noise.
🙂