Monday, 23 February 2009

Up the road, afternoon

The black cat watching us from the field has eyes exactly the colour of the grass. It looks like a sheet metal cutout, with holes punched out revealing the world behind.

2 comments:

The Crow said...

Your words have painted such a vivid image in my mind's eye. What a gift you have.

Martha

Lucy said...

Hello Crow, and thank you!