This is the rough illustration (work in progress) that accompanies Tim’s lovely TP’s dream verse below:
Some more verses from two chapters of the ‘Tale of the Twaddlepuss Merlin’ for those following the trials and tribulations of this curious, lovable creature…
With his eyes growing heavy he needed to sleep
So he lay on his moss-covered bed,
Where he slept very still for the rest of the night,
Just a twitch of the nose in his head.
Though deep was his sleep for so tired was he,
Behind those brown Twaddlepuss eyes
He was dreaming of cliffs with mates all around
Beneath ocean-blue, Merlin-filled skies.
SEARCHING THE BAY
As he slowly emerged from his home on the cliff,
The Twaddlepuss greeted the day,
Straining his eyes in the bright morning light
To see what there was in the bay.
And there he saw guillemots, puffins and gulls,
Razorbills, fulmars and more,
Flying and fishing and making such noise
From the cliffs that surrounded the shore.
… next time, selections from Twaddlepuss Merlin chapters ‘The Unsellfish Shellfish’ and ‘Searching through the Seasons’.