Patriel

I have been writing since I was young. Pieces flit in and out and sometimes gets lodged in a corner and peeks out , a little cat who hides and then, is curious to see if she is missed. Perhaps, the world has tilted and changed, and the cat wonders out and sniffs a smell that her nose can't quite identify, and yet she doesn't go away. Now retired from so many demands and responsibilities I can peer out now and again.