Sunday, March 3, 2019


Shadows move, steal through the consciousness like a snake in the wild wilderness, seeing hidden footsteps, picking up scents left a long, long time ago, probes deep in the underbrush of best forgotten cuts and wounds, both inflicted and borne, shadows seeking the scent of your sins.


  1. Charlee: "Hmm sounds like those shadows took lessons in sneakiness from us cats."
    Chaplin: "I'm always picking up scents left a long time ago too. Usually I follow them to kibbles that Dennis never found."