Elmo musing.

Sometimes, when the night falls and the whisker-thin cat claw moon rides the sky I sit in the branches of the ash tree, look up and think.
Dark, and the sky looks like a drum-skin of silk pulled tight across the world. Cats have danced across it and their claws made holes through which you can see the light beyond. Patterns of light across the silk of night.
Today She said to Hannah that She wished She was made of money sometimes and Hannah said "be careful what you wish for, for if you were made of money people would snap off your fingers to pay for things and then you would not be able to paint." Hannah is a wise one.
I look up at all the stars in heaven and the bridge of light that runs across the sky and sometimes a star falls leaving behind a trail of light like a cat's tail. I make a wish. And I am careful what I wish for.
I wonder what lives in the light beyond?