The Forest Outside

…so he sat there. And waited. The only light in the dark, windowless room, was the dim flicker of the candle…shadows cast against the wall, haunting him, as he typed his letter, word by painful word, each key a different note in his symphony of…he sits back, places his hands behind his matted hair, fingers intertwined…truth. The forest outside chatters away, animals and insects of the night meeting for the first time since day break…a small, furry, innocent mammal climbs out of his den, lured by the call of the owl…a bat swoops down, the mammal leaps away, something dark, unforgiving, hungry, ends the…He waits…the words will come. The candle may go out, the sun may rise, the moon may fall, but they will come…then you will know. Then he will know, his tired eyes, his shaking hands, his hungry heart…they will all know. They all wait…

~ by kevinthomas on January 21, 2006.