Walking in The Forest
12/19/14 Walking in The Forest by Alex Kartelias Walking in the forest, I could hear the sound of chattering teeth and grunts, bouncing off of the tress. The moon peeked out of the edge of a long black cloud and the branches waved its forlorn hands in the wind, its fingers flickering like a candle flame. An owl who-ed behind me, causing me to jump forwards, landing on a tree stump the size of a boulder. Laughter responded to my accident and I lifted my head up in freight and kept my entire body still, except for my eyes which searched the darkness around me. Small wings flew around me, but they must have been dragon flies. But then, I saw a million of them. They came soring around me, circumambulating me like the kabbaa. They formed a perfect circle around me and as more and more came in, the circle grew bigger and bigger. Their wings were gray with age but red with energy and force. Their beaks were the yellow of candle wax. Their eyes stemmed with penetrat