Soft padded paws touch patio in swift motion- eyes glancing upward to tree tops and lower branches with overhanging foliage rustling in steady breeze- moving slowly down to ground level watching intent awaiting motion sound and colour- scents passing drifting by with nature nigh.
Instinct wakens grows and changes like running seasons year to year- waxing, waning shine or raining.
Stalking through the long grass paws scamper quick and fast- running, walking stopping, starting chasing, lunging losing prey- stepping on a careless louse then pouncing on a mouse to play.
Moved by the time of day paws run back- memories pass as twilight spins and evening closes. The patio's cool when paws rest in folded poise- a star rises bright as instinct calms inside. The prowler waits for night.
Last Edit: Feb 23, 2024 15:51:07 GMT 9.5 by fjrogers
Distant peaks emerge....clear as day. The hermit's lantern turns to guide the way. Hermit's Way - F. J. Rogers
Post by stewartedwards on Feb 23, 2024 18:32:07 GMT 9.5
Fjrogers
Beautiful. I was in the tree instantly (not looking up!), felt momentarily like a jaguar, then a panther, before realising that you were likely writing about a moggie.πββ¬
It shows your crafting skills fjrogers, all that energy In the opening lines to take people on a meaningful powerful energetic journey.
Last Edit: Feb 23, 2024 18:32:39 GMT 9.5 by stewartedwards
A Simple Man, who tried and failed to reilluminate this planet.
Slogging Scotsman Maβat Ankh Re
Who am I trying to kid for I canβt even resolve family darkness. Whoever is next to step up, please do.