Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet,
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
There is nothing worse than that flashy beast being poked in your face. Being a diva there seems to be no stopping the darn contraption. Mealtimes, naptimes, even when having a lark in the park there it is. However some of our furends can think of nothing better.
Hey don't forget me over here!
I think I am far more interesting than a pile of old rocks!
OK, OK I will show you just how big my mouth is!
I get everywhere!
Beware low flying pigeon!
I'm behind you!
Yep and so am I!
Me too, me too!
Oh, Oh take my picture, take my picture!
Photobombing at its' best. Have a marvellous Monday all.