Early, early this morning I was awakened from my slumbers by a powerful drumming sound–WHAT, WHAT could it be…?
O what is that sound which so thrills the ear
Down in the valley drumming, drumming?
Only the scarlet soldiers, dear,
The soldiers coming.
http://wonderingminstrels.blogspot.com/2000/03/o-what-is-that-sound-w-h-auden.html
OK, once poetry is flooding into the brain, sleep is rushing out the back door. I couldn’t fool myself that it was some normal house sound, a divot retrofastening, a boltscape unfurling. It was–coming from the patio. With great FORCE. And, it was not stopping. With a sigh, I put on the slippers and went downstairs.The cats, THRILLED that I was up and obviously on the way to the kitchen to prepare their breakfast, were stunned to find me instead heading outdoors. It was the lion fountain! A silly thing, attached to the house wall–right under my window– and pretending to be made of stone, with a wee but determined pump sending the water out the lion’s mouth. The water had somehow all leaked out, and the pump was thumping and bumping against the little plastic wall that contained it, doing its best in rather trying circumstances. Well, I unplugged it and went back to bed.
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