It much preferred to stay inside a pen or pot of ink and hide. But every now and then that cage has leaked out on an empty page and you may see it caught right there, sadly standing still, aware of how its inky life will fade once the book is closed and laid upon a shelf to gather dust, but leave it there, you really must for Dodocats prefer it so. Just leave them be and let them go. Poem © 2016 Dom Conlon Illustration © 2016 Chris Riddell |