Light

The misshapen creature lumbered

up from the dark —

a grotesque silhouette framed against

shadows –

raised its odd gaze

to the liquid clear sky,

drawn to the flecks and specks

strewn across the sky

and the white ball as it bobbed

through the inky blackness.

Suppressing a shiver,

unaccustomed

to the movement of air,

before finally averting its gaze

and fading once more beneath

the cluttered skirt

of the forest,

There to contemplate life

with and without light.

Night sky

Night sky (Photo credit: Sarah G…)

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4 Comments

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4 responses to “Light

  1. “There to contemplate life
    with and without light” … Wow. Great ending. I also like this:

    “fading once more beneath
    the cluttered skirt
    of the forest”

  2. Totally captivated my imagination!

  3. I know those critters well,
    underground, where they tickle my fancies.
    If it weren’t for the dark, none of us wood have roots. πŸ™‚

    The barkin’ bard, Uncle Tree

  4. I couldn’t contemplate life without light, but you made it seem eminently feasible!

Some of what I write is true, some is fiction; most is merely possibility.

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