Nature will bear the closest inspection. She invites us to lay our eye level with her smallest leaf, and take an insect view of its plain.
Nature abhors a vacuum, and if I can only walk with sufficient carelessness I am sure to be filled.
Music is perpetual, and only the hearing is intermittent.
She sits composedly sentinel, with paws tucked under her, a good part of her days at present by some ridiculous little hole, the possible entry of a mouse.