Coley told Daisy of his travels each night down the mountain. He described the valley, the woods and the great silver lake that mirrored the entire mountain on calm moonlit nights. He’d copy, or at least try to copy the animals and birds he met on his travels, to help Daisy picture them more clearly. He was so funny Daisy laughed out loud at his antics and Coley loved to hear that laugh. It sounded like a snowflake landing on water, so gentle and sweet it rang. Sometimes Daisy got embarrassed by her own excitement. She was a shy flower. When she did she bowed her tiny head until Coley nuzzled her, ever so gently with his warm silky nose, just to let her know that he had shared in her pleasure.
When first they met Coley felt sorry for Daisy because her world was so small and unmoving. As their friendship flowered he began to realise how happy she was in it, and how much she enjoyed sharing it with him, and he was glad. So, night after night, the friends met and talked and laughed together on that great grey mountaintop at the edge of the world and that mountain had a warm glow in its heart, fuelled by the love these two companions shared.
The Burren and Beyond 