12:02am. Moist earth sticks to bare feet. Scent of the night. Night vision on. Rolled up dark leather chunks peeking from under the super old crumbling outhouse. Glowing yellow like neon eyes.Winds swooshing down the mountains. Leaves shake and fall upon my path. Putting down a beaten & marred cookie sheet.Full of chicken giblets ..skin..bones..and some natural broth. Call upon the pregnant moma wolf. It was felt..a warm liquid was poured down my back. She heard! Thick mist weaves into the trees as i reach the back door. Inside is still. Fur kids are snoring away from their fresh pot. (catnip)..Drool spit dribbles on the torn leaves and stems..leaving evidence. Soaking in froth of bubbles scented of apricot rose.Steam making sketches of faces...fae..goats..and cup cakes? Head tilted back upon edge of bath tub..drifting to forests of all shades of greens. Outside the bathroom window. Movement.Ever so not to slosh out the bubbles from the bath. My eyes roam over the window ledge. Moma Wolf is inhaling the chicken bits and pieces.Sliding back down.Bubbles once again engulf my body. As my eyes bounce off 2 bright eyed fur bags. Ears are pert..noses are twitching. Somethings wild out there!
Posted on: Fri, 13 Sep 2013 07:05:06 +0000
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