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06-06-2017, 11:57 AM
With my half focus still firmly anchored upon the squatting dog, I spare a glance toward the eagle and skip lightly across that sun soaked coat to find his disheveled subject of interest. Soiled, dark skin (the presence of abundant clay effectively nulls any other distinguishing color he might have,) toned…the butt end of my snout quivers; lungs suck deeply, drinking the pungent essence of alien male. Noah, (who by now has become untethered) sheds himself. His closer adjacency inspires me to yield my rising paranoia; nerves soften as he returns to my side…though, when the merciful warrior reaches to tease that feathered, guarded sheath… these arms tighten, a reflexive/instinctual gesture which rekindles the spark of concern for that unaddressed visitor in our mist. Ears, eyes and nose sway his way with papery nostrils quivering…
A thin, wispy visitor appears from that thicket of needles. Optics shift, my initial reaction emerging favorably. Mini me chatters, excited, ‘look at that,’ in a world consumed by titans, it was refreshing to uncover someone who stood on the same level as me…but that naïve assumption and our kinship cuts off at our nymph-like framework. My expression morphs abruptly from pleasant surprise to heightening skepticism as she enters our band. Those impossibly flawless jaws are spread impishly (but her toothy, wolfish grin doesn’t seem to reach those unsettling ink/platinum colored eyes) when she speaks, these sensitive nerves prickle beneath my liver splashed coat. The comfortable warmth of dying light and feathery torrents suddenly vanish; my entirely becomes cooler by several degrees. Fresh, reactive shivers glide throughout the core. Mini me frowns, discouraged with the inappropriate display of teeth and snickering. When my eagle speaks…his wavering unease bleeds with negative consequence into my resolve. “Who?” one anxious ear lifts fractionally from that rearward nest, tilting Noah's way. Her distracting presentation had compelled those (high pitch) words to slide off the invisible barrier like water from waxen leaves. |
