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")
Among Frost's great lines, second only to
ReplyDeleteWhat but the design of darkness to appall,
If design govern in a thing so small.
B, there are so many.
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