Swift running footwork up stairs and over attic floor- a flash of bright eyes grey fur and brush tail spinning wild webs on dusty boards- leaving footprints in piles of crumbling plaster scattering over old rugs and disused junk.
Pitter patter paws stop at staircase end then eyes look round seeking exit- instinct taking over as guidance and understanding of elemental force- the rhythm and throng of nature's song.
A door opens at porch entrance- tiny feet run then wait tentative as voices die and footsteps fade.
The gap looms near then concrete under foot is hard on garden path and wind ruffles fur. Eyes look up to fading light. A door closes shut excluding sound.... and human kind is gone from sight.
Last Edit: Nov 5, 2022 20:12:53 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