Sunday, July 28, 2013

I used to pretend I had a tail, a long bushy tail that would wave about. Sometimes I would sit on my tail and sometimes I would play with it, twirl it in my fingers.

I still think it's there, my tail. It's just invisible.


Sabine said...

Sometimes I am a wolf, one of those grey and brown haired ones with a slight limp. Yes, I once read Women Who Run With The Wolves, in a former life too long ago. Other days, I pretend to be a butterfly.
I am sure your tail is gorgeous.

Birdie said...

I have always wanted a tail!