- Project: Who?
- Commissioned for: Spider Magazine
- Purpose: Poetry
- Brief: Who? Who is it walking down in the wood? (snap of a twig, crackle of leaves) The cat in my lap perks up his ears, and turns his head to see if he sees the flick of a tail, a hoof, a paw, twitch of a whisker, feathery wing— From here on the porch, we look, we listen— we listen, we look— We don’t see a thing. The cat returns to his peaceful slumber. All is quiet. All is good. (But I cannot help but continue to wonder: Who is it walking down in the wood?!) By Amy Imbody
