THE OWL AND THE PUSSY CAT
THE OWL AND THE PUSSY CAT It's a quiet and starry night tonight. Its 11h21 and I walk slowly around the garden at peace with myself and the world. It feels like I'm the only one living in this house now. In fact I'm only one of five who lives here presently. The boy has gone to stay with his friends, the lost ones, who roam the empty spaces of their souls looking for a secret, which is themselves. The young girl is lying on a mattress with her friends at the bottom of the garden, waiting for stars to fall from the sky. The boarder who moved in today has gone away for the night and left her little girl gazing at the stars too. I hear the chirpy crickets singing their nightly serenade and in the background REM is singing "Find me a River'. I found me a river. It's at the bottom of my garden and how fine it is to go rowing there on a warm summers evening. Two young men that we met today also found themselves a river. A permanent...


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