You wouldn’t think it to look at her but Daisy can howl – and there’s no telling when. I’ve often wondered if it is an attempt at versification. For example, you can clearly hear that she has divided her lines into two halves and that the first half connects with the second through a repetition of sound. Thus Daisy howls the old Old English howl of alliterative verse. I find it haunting to think of it like that: Daisy, a furry medieval poet, stretching her howl back across the ages. Imagine my surprise, then, when she told me one day that I was exactly right. I do not alliterate letters, she said, but time.