The Bird and The Moon

Written by: gautami phookan

`` In the middle of a dream was I, when suddenly a sound which I thought profound, woke me up at night.. Squinting my eyes, got up to sight bluejay shrill, on my window sill; air wrapped in a fine mist, it sparkled like pearls on moon beams.. moon dust shone through the window as glistening long white trail.. Down swooped the bird, looping cold rays. I fell under magical spell; fumbled for my limbs, wibbly wobbly things; held fast on the bed, I was covered in fine silver cobwebs ... ~ For Catie Lindsey's "Diminished and Advancing Hexaverse Contest" ..