Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Nightly Yearnings

It’s the rainy season again. White snow, pale moon for some and cold torrential rain for others. Flooded creek, frozen beak…tingle the yearnings for a different kind of rain, warm rain. 


Warm, red rain, running so thick in my mind I could actually smell the heat. Dripping endlessly from untarnished steel…

If only a hunt could be started soon tonight…

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