Cat
in the CornerCat
in the CornerWild West Yorkshire, Tuesday 5 October 2010
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I'VE
SPOTTED
this cat
a couple
of times
on my walk
to meet
Barbara
after work;
it's found
the perfect
position
to sit in
a corner
and soak
up the warmth
of the late
afternoon
sun in a
basement
conservatory
of an end-terrace
house at
Horbury
Bridge.
If I was
reincarnated
as a cat,
that's where
I'd head
for too.
These house sparrows (right) have gathered in their regular cat-proof meeting place in the top of a large, dense, well-clipped garden hedge. They can soon bob down to dodge a sparrowhawk and, so near a busy road, they pay no attention to me as I walk past just a few feet from them. I like sparrows; they're so sociable and I wonder what they find to chirp about; presumably it's something to do with the social dynamics of the group - an on-going sparrow soap-opera.
As
Barbara
and I walk
home, the
little boy
perched
like a gargoyle
practicing
yoga on
the square
flagstone
top of one
of the gateposts
of his house
finds himself
in a much
less defensible
position.
The man
who lives
nearby and
keeps koi
carp in
a back garden
tank beck
is striding
up past
him and
he doesn't
look happy;
he's smouldering
with barely
controlled
indignation.
'Since I got home from work, you've knocked on my door four times.'
'But somebody made me do it.' the boy pleads unconvincingly.
'I've had enough of it and I'm going to tell your parents now.' says the man as he stomps up the driveway to the front door.
Richard Bell, illustrator
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