Crouching in the fading growth
Waiting for a meal to hop by
The window is open
But darkness will remain
Here is another
Let's go and show off
But strange eyes meet yours
However friendly and kind
The true companion
Is far away
In the alien land
of the multitudes
Longing for the
unconditional love
that you hold
which speaks from your eyes
The seashore is empty
The hills stand forlorn
The roadway is deserted
But you await in oblivious patience
[A friend of mine, who also lives in the Outer Hebrides, is away to the
mainland for a week. Her cat has had to stay behind, but is being cared
for by a neighbour. My friend cannot really bear to be away from her
cat... ]
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