The winding trail,
A dusty viper slithering left and right through the dense foliage,
Led us north.
With nowhere else to go
And ample time to squander,
My brother and I kept pedaling.
Exhausted.
Our bikes,
Unorthodox beasts to the wilderness,
Roared as their wheels bumped over loose bits of gravel.
The noise provoked a squeal from within the bushes.
A dark, hairy creature emerged onto the trail.
Angry and afraid.
Its amber eyes accosted me,
Slicing deep into my mind.
Firing a hostile hiss,
It frightened me.
“Rick, look at that! A black cat!!”
“What are you talking about? I don’t see anything.”
“Oh.”
The black cat scurried back into the underbrush,
Fading like a shadow.
But the eyes floated from within the darkness,
Staring into mine.
Melancholy and dim.
No longer fearing me,
But fearing for me.
Warning.
But as I rode further down the trail,
Battling the incessant wind in my face,
I couldn’t help but wish that…
The black cat could have told me something I did not already know.
No comments:
Post a Comment