From the days when we had free-roam ferrets overnight: Like petals on eyelids Your kiss on my face How gently ferrets wake me. An image of Sierra (very light silver) caught up in a game she takes VERY seriously: Spring's wild storms lashing Like brilliant lightning flashing Teasing feather caught! Life with ferrets: A rustle of leaves, Autumn's dry forest harvest. No, just crinkle sack! Debra in Fort Worth [Posted in FML issue 3751]