As Titmouse and Dustbunny were looking up at the nighttime sky, the Moon flickered. Once. Twice. And then disappeared.

"Oh dear," said Titmouse.

Dustbunny smiled. "This is your first time, isn't it? Don't worry, it will come back on in a bit."

"My stomach hurts, and I've lost my bag of seeds," Titmouse blurted out, then realized that Dustbunny was about to speak, "I'm sorry, what did you want to tell me?"

Dustbunny held Titmouse's head between his palm and his cheek, "Nevermind," he said.

There will always be creatures scurrying into the shadows when i let archie out to pee at night.

Ogres lurking behind the half opened door and peeking around bushes. Big-thighed demons jumping rooftop to rooftop. Impossibly strong, soul-less creatures.

Counting time. Waiting for the perfect opportunity.

I felt myself for a moment, an angel
in these Hallowed Halls
moving on a wave of echoing footsteps and whispers
imparting the wonder within these shelves

placing a hand on a lost and frightened Soul
- lost in the Unknown and Unfamiliar

"Feel around you all that we are,
all that you are,
all we might become,

"the beginning is unimportant,
the end is unimportant,
it is enough that you Are.
That is your birthright.
This is your birthright."

i felt myself for a moment, an angel

Peter the squirrel turned his body to face the wind. As the cool fall breeze combed his fir against his skin, he became lost in his own thoughts. For a moment, closing his eyes, he felt himself become invincible, existing as pure white light.

I keep pressing ESC,
but there is nothing to escape to
or from
just a potent form of the benign

My little friend has already become adept
at repairing his master's psyche,
sleepily positioning himself in that cavity
where too many times I have divided by zero.

Perched atop the tall cedar, Peter the squirrel spent the better part of the evening coming to terms with his own smallness. He envisioned himself feeding at the mouth of life's cornucopia with less understanding than a suckling child.

"But I am sure that you would know all about that," Janet replies, smiling, in a voice as soft and pleasant as ever. The comment was surprising, a cold draft around the ankles from some forgotten depth. Perhaps it was a rebuttal for some earlier misdeed, or response from my own opinion.