July 7, 2011
As I passed this rock the other day, one I’ve passed many times, the corner of my eye caught something a little different.
I turned, and noticed what at first glance looked like a darker rock atop this larger one.
It didn’t move. Um, like a rock. Well behaved. Stable. Steady as a… rock.
I looked a little closer.
Oh. Not a rock. I didn’t want to get any closer, since I agree with Chaucer: “It is nought good a slepyng hound to wake.”
Nor, a slepyng fox!