1) "Twoak" the cat said. And "Twoak" again. and running forward and back and covering the ground with stretched out paws and exclined claws. With green, glowing slits to gather what there was.
"Croak" cried the frog. voice rebounding and reverberating from ashen walls and silk screen grass with mirth and hollow laughter.
and above, sleeping, with one eye wide and numberless chicks to hide the finch peered through its dreams and saw the coming day.
2)"Philipe, you are not well, you must rest, lie down and rest."
But Philipe knew only the blazing coolth of the ancient flagstone hearth where the crisp black burntwood lay and, on crippled fingers but still strong knees, he put his face to the whistling, giving himself over to the stinging night.
3) Cloud cover. No clouds, just blazing stars and the thousand chittering and booming voices. The sliding and scurrying and hopping things with eyes like saucers and hunger like a vast unscalable wall. With slaughter and mayhem, claws and fur and quick sharp teeth. The scaled things sleep, night torpor, cool shallow graves. Hidden til morning.
"Croak" cried the frog. voice rebounding and reverberating from ashen walls and silk screen grass with mirth and hollow laughter.
and above, sleeping, with one eye wide and numberless chicks to hide the finch peered through its dreams and saw the coming day.
2)"Philipe, you are not well, you must rest, lie down and rest."
But Philipe knew only the blazing coolth of the ancient flagstone hearth where the crisp black burntwood lay and, on crippled fingers but still strong knees, he put his face to the whistling, giving himself over to the stinging night.
3) Cloud cover. No clouds, just blazing stars and the thousand chittering and booming voices. The sliding and scurrying and hopping things with eyes like saucers and hunger like a vast unscalable wall. With slaughter and mayhem, claws and fur and quick sharp teeth. The scaled things sleep, night torpor, cool shallow graves. Hidden til morning.