Friday, August 20, 2010
Puck sits in his favorite clump of grass in the backyard. He is a faithful, devoted sitter, as patient as any Buddha. He sits on his nest for hours. Finally, I cannot resist peeking underneath him. I almost believe I might find something: a magical egg, a Puck egg. Or a secret tunnel. A cache of jewels. A miniature civilization. It's Puck, so anything is possible. But there is only the flattened grass, warm from his belly, and no answer to the riddle of Puck.
Posted by Tai at 7:15 PM