Dugite - a living shadow.
“Pussy cat, pussy cat
Where have you been?”
“I’ve been to London
To visit the Queen.”
“Pussy cat, pussy cat
What did you there?”
“I frightened a little mouse
Under her chair.”
(Even when writing about my cats, I manage to get something about London in there. Obsessed. I tells ya.)
Twilight in July
Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee,
The shooting stars attend thee;
And the elves also,
Whose little eyes glow
Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.
No Will-o’-the-Wisp mislight thee,
Nor snake or slow-worm bite thee;
but on, on thy way,
Not making a stay,
Since ghost there’s not to affright thee.
Let not the dark thee cumber;
What though the moon does slumber?
The stars of the night
Will lend thee their light,
Like tapers clear, without number…
– Robert Herrick
