THE CAT WE MET

in Derental on our way back from a walk through the cornfields, over a plain, and through the forest. We loved the variation of our surroundings and of course the sun who appeared most of the time behind enormous clouds.
My face is still glowing.
We saw only one person, on a bike, he had a basket tied on his carrier and this basket was full of fungi.
Now it is dark already and I can hear the raccoons outside.
My extra photo shows the cat with green eyes.

My haiku:

Around us there are
Nearby and far away views
All green and silent

And the proverb:

The cat did it.

1872  Calverley,  Fly leaves, 'Sad Memories'.