May 13, 2018 - 8:17am — theano7203
After midnight the full moon touched the clouds in the sky making that shimmering glow that halos down to earth. Across the forest as it danced on each leaf it left a smokey grayness that felt more welcoming than the inky black of most nights. In these semi-shadows the squirrels continued frolicking across the wild flowers and grass. Raising up one would spy their chubby cheek enjoying some treasured morsel they had found. The whisper of dragon wings fluttering near the pond hummed a nature tune only they can make and many a deer came to commune with the winds so generated. Spring had come and now began to transition to summer. The fawns cuddling with their new found playmates would soon become grown and dance in the fall with the adults. First they had to discover all the forest had to offer. Secrets for those with observant eyes would appear in the bark of the trees. Figures dancing, crying, laughing or fighting.---humans. All lessons to become learned while nibbling. The scenes gave warning to possible intrusions or forgotten closures. Many wondered when a deer left and did not return if humans had some how lured them away. For the longest time flying deer has ruled in a playful way. Some even sat high in the trees watching the days go by and then suddenly drop down in the middle of some playful excursion. Never to destroy but to add to. Then in a coordinated fashion the group would fall on their backs giggling nearly endlessly at their prank. In moments run off to find a another tree haven. First for a bit of flying around over the pond and a visit to the ruins so sit on top of some column like a gargoyle but much handsomer or gorgeous than that. All practiced up for the fall when the deer came in teams by the graveyard and did the fights to acquisition recent deer joining the herd in the past year. Suddenly you were picked for one of the ancients herds who knew all the forest had to offer.
