6 november 2000

Een koud zonnetje schijnt.                                                                                                                                  Door de bomen                                                                                                                                                    waait kil                                                                                                                                                                      de wind

Blij van binnen                                                                                                                                                          lekker eten                                                                                                                                                        vertroeteld worden                                                                                                                                                       door Wim.

Een kat schiet naar binnen                                                                                                                                       naar de melk                                                                                                                                                            Scott kijkt hunkerend                                                                                                                                                        me aan.

Rennen naar het bos                                                                                                                                                     als één streep vooruit                                                                                                                                               af en toe wachtend                                                                                                                                                   Kom, baasje, kom!

Een aai voor m’n schapen,                                                                                                                                         hun geur opsnuivend,                                                                                                                                                    vol verwachting                                                                                                                                                        kijken ze naar mij.

Samen leven,                                                                                                                                                            elkaar de ruimte geven,                                                                                                                                              een blik van verstandhouding.                                                                                                                                 Ik voel me rijk.

Hetty