The Narrow Fellow (and the Flare up continues)

A Narrow Fellow in the Grass
by
Emily Dickinson

A narrow Fellow in the Grass
Occasionally rides –
You may have met Him – did you not
His notice sudden is –

The Grass divides as with a Comb –
A spotted shaft is seen –
And then it closes at your feet
And opens further on -

He likes a Boggy Acre
A Floor too cool for Corn
Yet when a Boy, and Barefoot –
I more than once at Noon

Have passed, I thought, a Whip lash
Unbraiding in the Sun
When stooping to secure it
It wrinkled, and was gone –

Several of Nature's People
I know, and they know me –
I feel for them a transport
Of cordiality –

But never met this Fellow
Attended, or alone
Without a tighter breathing
And Zero at the Bone –

https://www.themorgan.org/exhibitions/online/emily-dickinson/19

One of the things that Uni gave me - apart from my beloved Captain B of course - was Emily Dickinson.  I had never even heard of her until my first year at Newcastle.   I have been a fan ever since.

I am very housebound today - both shoulders pretty much frozen and a painful leg.  Captain B left early for The Field, and while I have not been able to get myself dressed, he made us breakfast, as always, and left out some dishes for me as I can't reach much at the moment.

I did manage to get a load of washing done - and the lentil and veggie soup for supper is whirring away in the Soup Machine as I type this.

Col is coming back early, which is lovely - and means I will be able  to get dressed - probably.  And I need to finish my Watchtower study, get my two new medical apppointments into my diary, and tidy up the jumble of paperwork beside my computer. Oh, and finally finish the script for my part in the Ministry School which will be for the week after next. I have to explain why we do not take blood transfusions - in five minutes.

Its not for medical reasons by the way - we are happy to be transfused, as long as it's not with blood.  Anyway, I hope to be blogging my script in time so that will explain it satisfactorily, I hope.

Oh and the reason Captain B left The Field early is  that he is not well either.  We are in the rapids of old age now, and getting battered and bruised.

Re the photo above of Captain Butterfly and the Narrow Fellow - what lovely innocent faces snakes have.  But of course, they are innocent in all this.  None of the tragedy we are living in is the fault of the animal creation.