And so

And so, as night falls, they scurry to their little holes, the unloved.  Perhaps now, having heard their soft paws across the midnight fields you could bring yourself to love just one of these tiny, timid creatures, nuzzling hopefully into a cosy corner of your imagination.You cannot catch them, and will never hold one and they will only be seen in the corner of your eye.

 Design a cage for one, here and now, in your head.  How would you trap one?  How would you prevent it from dissolving into a cloud of morning mist or exhaust from an early bus.

They are unloved but it is not because nobody loves them, it is just that they do not know they are loved.  You love them really, don’t you?  You love that one that has just flipped backwards over itself and yelped, like frightened puppy.  It has gone now, but you didn’t imagine it, it was as real as that table or that chair.

There are  at least two in every home.  They come out when children are around, making noise.  They like watching games with dice and eating pencil sharpenings.  Don’t leave your coffee mug around.  Don’t sing songs about far away places, they might get homesick.

There are at least two in every home.  They come out when children are around, making noise.  They like watching games with dice and eating pencil sharpenings.  Don’t leave your coffee mug around.  Don’t sing songs about far away places, they might get homesick.

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