There's an empty cocoon hanging on the ledge and the sunlight is exposing the cobwebs in the corner. It's quite obvious some time has passed since the last visit not to mention the last cleaning. Who spends there afternoon paying attention to such details anyway? The only type of person that comes to mind is supposedly extinct--a domestic of some sort. The real question is where is the creature that has evidently made it's escape and how far can the imagination take him and what adventures will he have upon arrival? It's really three fold and the possibilities are as endless as the summer skies waiting on a fall moon. It's easy to leave when the sun is the highlight of the sky. Just wait and see if there is strength in the limbs when winter's bite is lingering and the air is still as the night.