Saturday, January 24, 2009

One winter night...



...thousands of years ago, the day's hunting had been good, and we were lounging around the fire with full bellies, telling stories and belching. And there was a slight rustling, and a wild cat cautiously emerged from the underbrush. We fell silent, mindful that our spears were close at hand, and watched as the cat slowly padded into our circle, slowly sat and narrowed her eyes in the firelight.

1 comment:

Di said...

She looks just like a person in that second photo!