The northbound platform is its usual crowded self, but the dark grey figure has plenty of space to move about in and a great view of the legs and feet of the people waiting to head into town.
Sometimes lots of people wait here. But more importantly, sometimes they leave things behind them which he can pick up and make use of. It's always warm down here. It never rains, but there's an everpresent puddle of water a short walk away in the tunnels that provides for his needs. He's rarely bothered by anyone else, though it can be dangerous if you're not careful where you walk.
His ears fill with the hissing and thundering which announces imminent danger, and he scurries back to the dark corner where the rest of his family wait nervously. Once the danger has passed, he sticks his nose back out into the open and twitches his whiskers at the newly empty platform.
Posted by mpk at July 18, 2004 3:18 PM | TrackBack