I honestly and truly do not know what this is except for something I wrote at seven in the morning because I didn't feel like getting breakfast. A random drabble with absolutely no plot.
.[Reminiscing].
The clearing is lit by moonlight that longs for the colour of song as the young tomcat noses his way through the surrounding circle of brush and proceeds to where a tumble of fallen rocks is piled lurchingly a little ways off from the center of the clearing. Wide, green eyes sparkle with silent wonder at the simple beauty of the land around him as he moves forward, taking it one slow pawstep at a time. His long fur has been painted in a pale white shade by the moon, a soft silver gleam that seems to shimmer and sway back and forth at his every movement.
His steps are not cautious, as are those of a mouse that has the uncanny ability to sense that a predator is stalking it nearby, nor are they carefree and happy like the kits that roll and play and mewl to one another in the nursery. They are instead somewhere in between, thoughtful and perceptive, grateful for all that he has.
A mighty bunching of his hind muscles lift him off into the air, leaving him to come gracefully down the top point of the rock hill. From where he sits on his perch, he is happy, peaceful and content to be who he is. Murmuring whispers flow through his scruffy head, the memories of the past, feelings of the present and warnings of the future to be stirred in a giant cauldron...mixing, burning, and boiling.
He does not know what he is doing and he does not know why.
Told you it was demented. Don't kill me 'cause it's short, 'kay?
Now... -goes to find food-
--Annie;//
Wednesday November 12, 2008