Fractal

Published November 28, 2017 by tindertender

Deer in blankets of snow, appearing cold, however warmth emanates from the scene. Fragments of pink and gray and brown lay heaped upon each other.

Level ground, or level anything, isn’t possible now. Only a swift learning of skill to jump from one height to another.

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Colored pencils sharpened and ready, sand near by to catch what falls. Bricks stacked one on the other, red, like an old barn, holding heat, holding memories.

Dry hands reach for sweet grasses pulling fluff from their tops. Years go by without thought, now, concern. Tensions from a high strung four legged one causes fights. Naughty … not nice.

Beckoning open door, slider on tracks full of leaves, bugs, spiders and dead bees. Damp ground, union with night, meshing with wings of the flying ones of shadow.

Tiles and boards, patterns and forms. Red lights in varying sizes. Ears peeled for the slightest sound, something lurking there.

Wind blows.
All fades away.
Sleep now.

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