Sunday, 25 November 2012

Five Eyes (dare 33)

I always print a small and larger version of these lovely zendala strings, but usually don't have time to do both. But last night I was tempted to do a contrasting version of the one I called "tweet III" (see previous post).The title "Five Eyes" has a history you can read here

five eyes

In Hans' old Mill his three black cats
Watch the bins for the thieving rats.
Whisker and claw, they crouch in the night,
Their five eyes smouldering green and bright:
Squeaks from the flour sacks, squeaks from where
The cold wind stirs on the empty stair,
Squeaking and scampering, everywhere.
Then down they pounce, now in, now out,
At whisking tail, and sniffing snout;
While lean old Hans he snores away
Till peep of light at break of day;
Then up he climbs to his creaking mill,
Out come his cats all grey with meal --
Jekkel, and Jessup, and one-eyed Jill.

five eyes
hand-coloured copy