I would like to tell you a little story about something what happened at the weekend.
Some years ago I placed a iron bell outside my back door next to my window. It is 2 feet above where i sit, when weather is suitable. Hanging from the bell is a white cord that I use to ring it. Don’t ask me why I ring it, because I don’t know why. Just for the hell of it I guess. Saying to the world, “hey”, you out there, I’m here !!!
About 9 pm. I was on the sofa watching tv. It was windy that night, but nothing serious. When suddenly the bell “pinged”, once. “Never” have I heard that bell do that before. I came to the conclusion that it could only have been a cat jumping up at the cord, as it must have been swaying in the wind. This could have attracted a cat in a playful mood. Apart from a human hand I can think of no other explanation for that one “ping” !!!!
24 hours later, Twiggy lay lifeless at my feet.
Would we weep for the death of a flower, would we fall to our knees for the death of a fly. Would our head hang in sorrow at a critical hour, when 9 lives are lost and a bell tolls goodbye.