The night flight
I folded my wings and peeped inside his room. It has been a short flight from my room ... and I was already perspiring a little. It is getting warmer. In a city of perpetual rain, the sudden spell of warmth had caused nubile young bodies to shake out their shells and stretch out in the sun. The cherry blossoms are all gone now...but anyways what good are they for, apart from making one long for poetry...I see him, sitting at his desk...oblivious to my presence, for today I was careful to wear my cloak of invisibility. I jump inside the room, lightly, and yet perhaps not so imperceptively. For he suddenly turned around and paused for a while before going back to his readings. I only pause for a second before tip toeing across the room. I do a little pirouette.
I rush out of the room. I wander from room to room .. in the living area flaying my arms I do a little 'camel walk' to the music of the dripping kitchen faucet.
And then again I run outside... I jump out from his window... ah..the warm spring air spread across my wings...
I fly low in circles...and slowly make my way to the cherry blossom trees.
posted by Bithran @ 11:50 PM
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