The moon was sewn into the sky; stars were stitched around it. Birds danced over the horizon, flickering their feathers as they went. A hue of cool blues saturated the sky as the luster-filled paintbrush lost its stride. Black stamped the inky page. Trees formed, their leaves crawling towards the moon. The old, withering branches brushed the ground, inching the gophers out of their home. The babies scurried after their mother, reaching for her warmth. Chills curled along their bodies. The dew drops on their chestnut fur glistened beneath the stars. Their claws sculpted the soft earth, leaving signatures on nature’s masterpiece.
January 25, 2018