The Return
Pt. 1
The clearing was still there,
even after all this time.
The trees have long gone bare,
but grew green as I spent my teim there.
The cold ground crunched beneath my feet,
my breath, a smoke-like fog in front of my face.
But to my bare back and bare feet,
they never feel the bite of the night air.
The light sound of leathery wings,
alerts me that he's there.
He alights on my shoulder,
much like the size of a housecat.
He croons softly into my ear,
rubbing the side of my face to let me know he missed me.
I reach up with a finger,
scratching the ridge behind the bauble-like eyes.
He purrs with content, the color of his eyes turn blue,
and I continue to walk down the darkened path,
the full moon casting a pale hue.
I hear more wings,
my friend calls out a warning.
But I stand there with arms slowly spreading wide,
as one would welcome the morning.
They come slowly at first,
my friend lifts from my shoulder to join them,
His tan scales soon blend with the others',
as the air is now filled with their numbers.
Each one calls out a welcome,
their echoing calls a sweet memory.
Their colors, once a rainbow,
now a blur of trumpeting wings.
I continue to walk ahead,
my friends flying circles around me.
The trees now thrive and live,
now that I have no more to give.
The path gives way to a clearing,
the bare ground beneath my feet gives way to green.
The sight that meets my eyes,
forces my friends to scatter to the trees.
My long time friends are there,
much bigger versions of the first, now perched in the trees around me.
They offer their welcome as well,
craning their necks forward to see me.
I smile and greet each one,
walking along their flanks.
The night continues along,
but their voices are as one,
lighting hte night with their continued song.
One of them shiftes ever so slightly,
its scales the purest of black.
Behind its leg, standing there,
is the pure reason for why I am here.
even after all this time.
The trees have long gone bare,
but grew green as I spent my teim there.
The cold ground crunched beneath my feet,
my breath, a smoke-like fog in front of my face.
But to my bare back and bare feet,
they never feel the bite of the night air.
The light sound of leathery wings,
alerts me that he's there.
He alights on my shoulder,
much like the size of a housecat.
He croons softly into my ear,
rubbing the side of my face to let me know he missed me.
I reach up with a finger,
scratching the ridge behind the bauble-like eyes.
He purrs with content, the color of his eyes turn blue,
and I continue to walk down the darkened path,
the full moon casting a pale hue.
I hear more wings,
my friend calls out a warning.
But I stand there with arms slowly spreading wide,
as one would welcome the morning.
They come slowly at first,
my friend lifts from my shoulder to join them,
His tan scales soon blend with the others',
as the air is now filled with their numbers.
Each one calls out a welcome,
their echoing calls a sweet memory.
Their colors, once a rainbow,
now a blur of trumpeting wings.
I continue to walk ahead,
my friends flying circles around me.
The trees now thrive and live,
now that I have no more to give.
The path gives way to a clearing,
the bare ground beneath my feet gives way to green.
The sight that meets my eyes,
forces my friends to scatter to the trees.
My long time friends are there,
much bigger versions of the first, now perched in the trees around me.
They offer their welcome as well,
craning their necks forward to see me.
I smile and greet each one,
walking along their flanks.
The night continues along,
but their voices are as one,
lighting hte night with their continued song.
One of them shiftes ever so slightly,
its scales the purest of black.
Behind its leg, standing there,
is the pure reason for why I am here.
