Monday

Starless, The Night


Written in ink on a loosened bolt of dark silk, a small black creature slips across a country road made visible by a moving swath of head-lights. She was too large to be cat, too small for bear and entirely too graceful to have ever known the human world. Envious of her freedoms, as I always am, I am grateful for the glimpse.

Into a darkened, quiet night came a creature, a creature not yet named...and in that namelessness, in one brief moment, claimed the world as her own.  I will be her citizen.  I will be of her planet.  I will be pledged to her mystery.  I will be her flag.