Monday, August 16, 2010

Nothing to Express



A rat died under the house or in the wall or somewhere inaccessible.  It is August.  It is brutal.  This rat is a symbol of the times.  The cat is going crazy with it.

I put in a new motion detector light outside my bedroom.  I kept waking up to it last night.  Something creeping around the house.  The night creatures will learn its ways and torment me for fun.

Still, what do I have to complain about?

"I have it in me so much nearer home, 
To scare myself with my own desert places."


(Robert Frost, "Desert Places")

2 comments:

  1. Among Frost's great lines, second only to

    What but the design of darkness to appall,
    If design govern in a thing so small.

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