Rosetta spent last night outside up a tree. She finally came down around 7am this morning full of beans and ready for anything. There was a festive reunion with Redmond though Bix and Ninnie seemed strangely disappointed.
I looked up how to discourage kittens biting, and one suggestion was to give them another animal to play with. I’m not sure this was what they meant.
This day, then
Today sun, warm, plane tree leaves golden,
oaks still green, a daisy,
grasshoppers pinging away from passing feet,
a dragonfly circling blue and silver,
heron, crowd of crows on the ploughed field,
hawk lifts on brown wings, guns pop after doves
though the sky is soft and blue, dogs bark,
next spring’s orchids already formed, rosettes glossy green,
wild cyclamens beneath all the trees, delicate pink-white,
water racing in the ditches,
and the brash shiny bolts of acorns strewn,
and one wakes from a short sleep,
and we remember another who slipped away into the longest sleep,
this day, today, so very long ago.
The Four Swans 