Merlin


Dappled fur in the long grass
A white whisker against green
A sudden move, a launch a
Pounce and your prey slips by,
Unseen

I wonder often how you turn
From child to hunter, an art
How your charm and fire and fur
Is locked deep within my
Heart

You settle now to enjoy a bee
Buzzing round a yellow rose
A cat sublime, all wild and free
You relax, purr and finally,
Doze

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About titflasher

Writer, blogger, animal activist, people activist, dream-catcher maker, mommy to 9 cats and a roving band of foxes ... Blog name comes from my father's suggestion for the title of my autobiography ... after my mother's and my awful habit of flashing whenever the security police took our photo in the dark old days of apartheid South Africa. I love nature, including creepy crawlies and people, find life fascinating and frustrating and have two terrible weaknesses - nictotine and animals in distress ... can't abide the latter situation and can't give up the former. I'm Pagan but not anti-Christian, funny but quite serious, light-hearted but can be annoying. I am warm-hearted until someone p*sses on me too much, then I get soggy and even. Feel free to link me but all the words on these pages is copyrighted, so copy it and take the credit and I will find you and slap you upside the head, hard. The blog is probably best read via category as there is loads on here already, and I just got started :-)
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