On 11/23/2010 11:48 PM, Robert wrote:
shying away whenwe tried to grab his collar or his tail or even his fur. He did this three or four times; but in the end, wet, muddy, half-frozen, he came in through the door, which we’d left propped open, on his own. He was glad to be rubbed down with dry towels and to be fussed over but his heart was still beating as if he were still in flight or in hot pursuit. Or both.
O youth, O longing, O the moon, O the snow, O the use of proclitic apostrophe!
A well told tale. Don't we all shy away from the door in our half-frozen fur. Thank you, Robert.
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