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| Peanut by twilight garden |
"But soft! what [Twi]light [Garden] through yonder window breaks?"
The gardener softly shuts off the light and out of doors her way she makes.
Daylight fades and night begins to fall but just before it does,
The gardener takes the cap from off the camera lens and blows away the Peanut fur and fuzz,
'Cause camera obscura is not the tack she wants to take
as flowers show their peak.
The gardener's figure softly hides in twilight's cloak,
and softly does she sneak
To savor and to archive twilight's bloom for future garden plan.
Whilst present, pleasant, daytime life is fat and full and may be whipped up cream,
"O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard,
Being in night, all [that] this is [we've learned from life thus far may be nothing]
but a dream..."
(Words in quotes, it's true, are gathered from bits and pieces of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet,
but those in brackets and all the rest come from Walk2Write, direct to you, via blog and Internet.)
Ah, yes! The pet fur that is everywhere!! LOL! What a lovely way to put it, too. :-)
ReplyDeleteDelightful post!
ReplyDeleteJuliet: Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near the day: It was the nightingale, and not the lark.
Romeo: It was the lark, herald of the morn...
Juliet: Oh wait, it's just the cat.
Sorry, an imposition, I know, but couldn't resist!
Lovely.
ReplyDeleteI can see your mischievous grin^-^
ReplyDeletePeanut blends into the background in the twilight perfectly!
Christi, glad you liked it. I just don't understand how cat hair can end up on a lens that's always covered except when in use. Maybe it's the humidity. Yes, that's it. Worse than static cling.
ReplyDeleteMr. G, you are free to take liberties as you wish. I once tried to convince someone that the original version of that nightingale/lark exchange between R and J was meant to be comedic, the first argument between headstrong, immature newlyweds. I guess the someone forgot what it was like being a newlywed.
Thanks, Claude!
Ah, so lovely. Also, I'm totally digging your manta ray on your blog!
ReplyDeletePet hair is everywhere here too but we just must love our critters. What a cutie Peanut is!
ReplyDeleteDear Walk2write,
ReplyDeletethat was really funny! My grin hangs in the dark tree like that of the Chesshire Cat :-)
Peanut has some excellent camouflage* goin' on! Twilight gardening sounds just about right. Too hot to do it any other time.
ReplyDelete*This word is not spelled how it should be spelled. Took me three tries to get it right.
Very nice looking feline.
ReplyDeleteSorry, I misunderstood how you did to cat's hair. Don't ask me how^^; My comment might've puzzled you.
ReplyDeleteYes. Cat's hair is really a pet-peeve and sometimes I have to brush them off the keyboard.
Ah, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! Such blooms are like a jewel in an Ethiope's ear... but not for earth too dear...
ReplyDeleteNow that I've botched up some R&J (too early in the morning), I will say I love the photo and your interpretation:) I keep a regular supply of lint rollers for all the pet hair around here:)
Ms. K, it (the ray) was captured in one of those rare moments on the beach when sea critters become just as curious as those shore critters are about the sea critters.
ReplyDeleteTina, at least at this time of year the cat hair is found outdoors almost as much as indoors.
Britta, you and your grin are welcome to hang out here in the garden anytime.
Ms. Stephanie, the spelling looks right to me, and if it weren't, I'd not mind at all. You're right about the heat. Summer gardening here is just about like winter for the northern gardeners--not much fun.
Thank you, Mr. L of C. I'm glad you stopped by for a visit.
Cosmos, no, your comment didn't puzzle me. And you are right about Peanut. She does blend in very well, inside and outside. I've managed to step on her a few times because she has a bad habit of plopping herself down right behind me or directly in front of me and not moving so I don't notice her. She forgets I'm not as agile or alert as a cat.
Bravo, Rose! You haven't botched it at all. I think of it as enhancement. A scene set in a garden is just begging for a little garden interpretation.
Ha, I thought I heard the Bard in your garden.
ReplyDeleteSarah, I think that's where he belongs. He was so fond of digging in the human psyche and excelled at planting ideas.
ReplyDeleteAh and pretty fur baby to share in the beauty....
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed! Thanks.
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