Sunday, October 11, 2009

The scent of adventure and star music.

In the morning we woke to an early morning light fractured over windows by rain drops dripping.We slept. Max and Me in the cat basket carelessly left out, Martha and Kiffer on Her bed and Elmo on the new cushions She bought for us on the kitchen chairs. We think that Maurice was visiting Mr Griffiths as he was nowhere to be seen.
We did not notice when the clouds passed over and sunshine filled the land through muted air filled with salt and sea spray, lighting the land in soft autumn colours.
Maurice came home in time for supper, glowing ginger bright like a fire. Where he had been he would not say, though he smelled of adventure.
Now it is night. The sky is dark, pinned with stars. Together we prowl, made monochrome by the night, not yet cold, and still we look forward to the time when the fire will be lit and the scent of smoke will colour the scent patterns of night.
Across the field badgers call and he dogs prick up their ears. They would hunt if they could but She calls them back and listens to the night time song of badgers and the distant roll of sea and the star music of the dark.

11 comments:

dinahmow said...

Yesterday's news of Maurice is heartening. And here, today, I read (thankyou, Pixie)that the little rascal has been off on his own and smells of adventure.
Fond thoughts to you all.

Librarynan said...

Our young Dorian goes out in the early light and is gone all day sometimes. Miss Parker and Lucciano, the old ones, don't seem to mind his absence. Dorian's Little Brother minds being left out of an adventure and tends to become quite vocal trying to find where his big brother has gone.

Dorian always comes home in time for supper, too. He doesn't like to miss meals... that's why he's the big brother!

We are very glad Maurice was feeling well enough to go out adventuring today.

Kat_RN said...

Lovely.
Kat

Liz said...

I just found your blog! I love it! It just goes to show, cat lover's span the world...

aromatic said...

As ever such beautifully written words.. and it makes such a magical picture in my mind!!

The Curious Cat said...

What a wonderful place you live! Wild and vibrant - yet you have your cosy little home for shelter xxx

spacedlaw said...

I am glad that Maurice is taking advantage of his cleared breathing to explore; each scent has its colour.

Lydia said...

Your writing so often brings tears to my eyes. It happened when I read this post. I just want to say thank you for the mellow tenderness and promise of magic here at your blog.

petoskystone said...

i haven't been blessed to hear badgers song. what do they sing of at night? yeah for kitchen gyms.

Purrfect Haven said...

beautiful tale.. evocative and compelling.. I love your world. Helen, D&B

Teri and the cats of Furrydance said...

We have never heard badgers sing...we think it would be a nice concert!