Shadows move, steal through the
consciousness like a snake in the wild wilderness, seeing hidden footsteps,
picking up scents left a long, long time ago, probes deep in the underbrush of best
forgotten cuts and wounds, both inflicted and borne, shadows seeking the scent
of your sins.
Seeking the dark secrets of your soul...
ReplyDeleteCharlee: "Hmm sounds like those shadows took lessons in sneakiness from us cats."
ReplyDeleteChaplin: "I'm always picking up scents left a long time ago too. Usually I follow them to kibbles that Dennis never found."