Just look behind you now. Listen attentively, you can hear their purring and whispers or better still, close your eyes calmly and you can see them scamper and dawdle. At the middle of the night especially, when everything else but them slumbers, when one can hear the tic-tac of wrist watches banging like an old belfry in such solitude of a night, that is the hour when they adhere to the jungle’s ruthless laws: Nyctophilia Aluta Alia. I see them always. Always. They always love the company of humans. As shadows derive their images from the beings that are the substances, as those white buff plumed birds lie around cattle in the lea. Yes, cattle egret, they are called, so do they crave the company of humans. I guess this ethereal companionship gives meaning to the relationship between attraction and the attracted. Noticed an error in this book? Send a mail to flag@okadabooks.com to report it