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Cocoons Hibernating In Summer

I made a U turn at dusk as dark night creeps upon me I tried to catch my breath from the horrible smell that was stifling me inside I did not know which way to turn but my intuition was my guide It led me towards the west where I could ultimately take a rest But when I got there I stumbled upon an entrance to the park Which led me to wander from dusk into the dark I met a woman and her son at the entrance who had just returned from a distance I inquired about the road ahead if it was a dead end and they instructed me to take a left at the pond to get to the other side of the park I ran down the hill looking clearly at everything A man and his two children passed me by with just a nod and a sarcastic smile Another man rode by quickly on a bike and nod his head and forced out a gentle smile A man woman and a child wearing red tea-shirts came along without a greeting or a song Of a truth red doesn't blend well in nature this color is danger I walked along the path and met a young man with a big dog I asked him about the pond and he said to continue right along The pond is important to me because it marks my destiny If I find my way to the pond I know in which direction to land I hesitantly walked down the path because a children's playground stood up in the middle of the road It curved my steps and slowed me down A man creeps up slowly behind so I stood at the side and watched him walked into his predicted destiny Shortly a woman and her dog approached and greeted me gently She had a kind and authentic smile she is a woman with a good heart I watched the man walking in front of me until he moved to the other side Once again I continued on my directed journey I looked at the houses as I walked by some with big backyards and barbecue grills But no smell was coming from the kitchens I wonder where all those people could have been Some houses had lights but others were pitched dark There was one house with a compass attached to the back door I am not superstitious but I am cognizant of superstitious activities so I start wondering what the compass was all about As I reached the bend a woman jumped out from the other side of the road and start running in-front of me two more women came down the hill and joined me on the path When they came down the hill I recognized the road I have been on this road before and the pond was just insight. I passed by the pond and more women greeted me along the track They were returning from the other side of the road I passed the pond and heard the turkeys grumbling in the bushes They were perhaps mating and taught that I was intruding As soon as I reached the bend to cross the river I pounced upon a group of teen aged boys returning from a joy ride one had bandanna around his head and the others looked like they were in a mess The two women ventured off my path and I was free again to wander in the dark I just needed the time alone where no was around me Really no one was insight there was no sound and everything was silent all around Something hanging from the trees caught my attention to an in-depth degree I gazed on it from afar then walked up in the bushes and took a closer look at it Several cocoons spun from white silk surround by pupas of several moth I stared upon them as if a message was sealed up inside waiting to birth a new life It was a powerful moment I could feel my heart racing so I walked quickly out of the bushes and continue on the path. The more I walk the more cocoon I saw in the trees they were real as can be. I walked up the road to venture on the other side of town And there I tumbled upon the cross roads I took off my shoe and walked around in a circle contemplating the cocoon miracle I gazed along the path and saw a man struggling along in the dark He walked passed me and continue his journey towards the East I went back to the crossroads and scribble a note on a piece of paper I didn't know where to take it but I know that it should be delivered I hurried along the track to get to the other side of town before it was pitch black With the message I scribbled at the crossroads If you turn the drawing of the crossroads upside down it will bear the message of the cross If you turn it in another direction it will show you a compass of the land I delivered the message at the cross upon God's order and continue my journey On my way out I picked up a piece of paper and when I looked at it this morning it was consistent to the message bearer The tree positions in all directions had cocoon hanging from their branches All roads leads to the same main road No matter which way you turn Whether you run, walk or drive you will all end up on the same main road. Cocoons are hibernating every where.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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