On a Mesa

On a mesa, not far from home, the moon shone on the grass like an emerald light, gleaming and bright. Silver and yellow roses touch the night sky, never seeming to end their course, beyond the stars. The wooden tiger played chess with the beaver and badger, always grinning after her victories. The beaver pestered the badger for not listening to his stories, which were so eloquently voiced out. A stick figure bleeding from the wrists cried out repeatedly,” for shame, for shame; my lover has fallen.” A lone wolf, howling mad, scowled at others, as they happily strolled by, saying, “You’ll miss me when I’m gone.” The orange bunny stole eggs from mothering hens. Hopping in glee, she threw the eggs at all she passed. Gusts of wind swayed the grass and trees back and forth, sometimes lifting weeping willows from their stagnant sobs. Merry ghosts of every color lit up as they reminisced and laughed of the days past. As I walked towards flirting fairies, vampires waved with jovial smirks, never saying a word, but always smiling. A soothing mist took hold and I said, “The pain, the friendship, the love, the tragedy, its all so beautiful,” and that night I knew I was truly alive.