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.
It was just an ordinary day out in the park with me terrorizing my territories and hunting assorted vermin. She who must be obeyed ignored was doing the usual, walking at a snail's pace and gossiping and paying me no attention what so ever. That is when I spied the photo shoot. Not just any old photo shoot I'll have you know but one that involved foodables. Yes it was a picnic set up. Going over to investigate I spotted a loaf of bread on a blanket. Now being an expert at rescuing lost foodables I know you have to be quick. No loafing around it was time to roll. So at break neck speed I rushed over, deployed the emergency brakes and grabbed the loaf. Then I took off. Seems the photographer wanted to join in with the fun and he chased me round my territories shouting but I paid no attention. Doesn't he realise it is rude to shout. Eventually I dropped the loaf as it didn't have anything in it. He picks it up muttering to himself and I legged it. Where was my peeps you ask? She walked away and pretended I was nothing to do with her. Ho hum but there is hope yet as the picnic season is upon us. Do you hunt out foodables in your hood? Would your human disown you? Have a marvellous Moanday all.