I fled Him, down the nights and down the days; I feld Him down the arches of the years; I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways of my own mind; and in the mist of tears I hid from Him.
Tuesday, 10 June 2008
Oliver Badcat has just brought in what I think must be a young field mouse and released it on the sitting room floor. It has gone under some bookcases but he and the dog are in hot pursuit. I give you the protagonists in this epic battle: