Castellations



This morning, a chicken stole into our house via the broken cat flap. I cornered it in the bathroom and carried it back outside. I think that Cat had ripped off the duct tape but not that she had expected the appearance of the chicken. Cat and Dog both sat in the kitchen with saucer eyes, aghast at the interloping.

Cold and bright, the day pops up, takes me to the beach. Two horses gallop about; as many dogs as people; seabirds and crows steady in a bracing onshore blast; no chickens. Dog follows her tennis ball through waves and pools and the toothsome castellations of rock. My eyes follow Dog: over a row of molars and juts of incisor and around the chunky buttress. Press my feet over soft sand. The beach graduates from fine particles to rockfall slabs. Small white pebbles: the teeth of the drowned: salt polished, scatter evenly throughout.


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  1. Suze26 January 2013 at 18:08

    I love the saucer eyes of Cat and Dog.

    You should make a necklace of seateeth, Lily. If anyone could do it, it'd be you.

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  2. Susan Flett Swiderski28 January 2013 at 01:15

    Not many people could start a post by saying a chicken had gotten into the house through a broken pet door. That made me smile. I could just imagine the horrified dog and cat watching... and you chasing.

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  3. Lisa Southard28 January 2013 at 22:47

    Suze you are right: I would suit a sea-teeth necklace. Might go on my Project List :-)
    The chicken was an odd start to the day, Susan: amusing too but I am pleased Mr put a new cat flap in!

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