a SHORT POST TONIGHT ' COS IT'S TOO PAINFUL TO SIT AT MY COMPUTER. THE CAT
Furry creature, sleek and feline: kith of panther, kin of lion, on my couch in slumber lying half in your world, half in mine. In my world, you defer to my reproving voice and watchful eye: your feral instincts grudgingly to my authority bend the knee. But when Night o’er Day casts its pall, ancient voices from the darkness call: and when the dusk beyond my panes and I am lying in Morpheus’ chains, what fearsome creature do you become? Gazing at one slitted golden eye, I sense your atavistic... Sign in to see full entry.