Last night the moon rose huge over the twilight landscape. Pink moon, heavy in the darkening sky, full round. In the long grass of the green lane moths danced like flakes of moon fallen to earth. Last night the wind was resting, the air was kissed with dew, grass flowers bent, aerymice flew and the moonflakes made patterns in the gloaming. Last night as the night became rich with darkness a silver light painted each blade of grass, each flower petal and moonshadows fell in velvet pools. Last night the world belonged only to cats.
My human says you have inspired her and so she tried to capture a moment from last night.
ReplyDelete….. There was a magical moment when dark turned into darkness and the clear night brought a black velvet cloak strewn with glittering jewels. Seagulls circled continually overhead, as if taunting the felines who still were abroad. Were these urgent cries to signify a seemingly non existent danger or were they just calling a prospective partner, while displaying out spread wings now tipped in silver by the light of the moon? ……
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when does the night *not* belong to Cat?
ReplyDeleteBeautiful writing. "Moonflakes" Who would ever have thought of that description but you!
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