Free kittens!Four orphaned kittens in an ivy nest, in the shadows at the foot of an old willow tree. Four upturned faces, wide eyes, all silent. Mummy has been gone for 36 hours, her last words to them to be quiet and still. We look down on them, our guilt crushing us. Darryl's bequest to us - her babies.Of course we took them in. We'd just raise them to eight weeks, and then find homes for them, we agreed. Right. Four-hourly feeding with droppers and evaporated milk, cleaning, frantic searching for information on what to feed and how to raise four week-old feral kittens resulted, not all that surprisingly, in an unbreakable bond.We had an old cat already. The old man had a contract with us: 'there can be only one!' His expression, when he realised that we'd adopted four kittens, was priceless. Miffed beyond words, he moved out of the house to a broken shed in the garden for two days, where he slept on a pile of rubble. The message was clear: "If you don't want me anymore, fine. I'll stay out her
Pixie, 2017 Oh, the moon, the moon!Full and bright: my blood runs wild - I won't come home, tonight!
Haiku SamplerI like haiku. Here's a small sample of some of mine. Let me know if you want to see more. A song of silenceHas stilled my dear red robin - Winter's icy wind.[Dead bird, 2015] Step and step and step,with bustling speckled feathers; What quick bright eyes![Speckled Hen, 2015] All your warm purringand furry loving can't deny feathers on the rug.[Evidence, 2017] Out into the sunlightBrass-pointed engine chuffs - A long shriek of joy.[Outeniqua Choo-choo exiting Kaaimans River tunnel, 2017] © David Rose 2017