As I lay under the tree, I see the kaleidoscope of sky through the ever changing leaves – each and every time a brach rustles or a leaf gleams in the sun. It stays with me even as I close my eyes, twitching without rest. The leaves play with the wind, turning their color from green to see-through gold, as to let the sun rays drop in the tall grass that surrounds me.
I feel like snapping at the yellow little flower that has nothing to do today, but to keep on landing on the tip of my nose. Fortunately for her, all of her many sisters make such a beautiful and seemingly forever stretching cover for the hills that meet the pure blue sky … the same color as the innocent eyes of a pup.
I stretch and roll and I love the smell of fresh torn grass and the deep musty smell of earth … until I feel my fur tangling itself with polen, yellow as well, like the eyes I look this world through. I would stay here until the moon calls me to start chasing her … in the quitenes of the night … never letting me reach her. That Cold Creature that would not come down from it’s starry cradle, no matter how long and eager I call for her.
Once I’m done smelling the yellowish flowers, I’ll sink in the darkness of the forest. I simply do not like running in the open field … its lack of obstacles makes me wary of it.
But on days like this, you just have to stop and fill yourself with colors … maybe even dream a little … eyes squinting sleepishly in the light. Light softened by the thousand of leaves. Eyes that see so well through the dark of the night. Unforgivingly gazing at the fires of humans.
I am hungry.