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I arise to start my day yawning and yearning to stay in bed. The sun has yet to shed his light and so by the moons fading glow, I gaze out my window at the misty meadow...smokey and grey. My mood does change more sour as I feel the damp cold darkness tug at my soul. For I know things come running from out of the mist the things that come a running never miss... I shudder then shower and dress... ready for the day. I head for the door, once again feeling the chill of the mist, even as the sun starts up his burning fire... As I head down my drive I can barely see the sun but I notice the mist is starting to burn and I hear the call of the cat tails from within the swampy marsh. I begin to calm my fears but I can still feel the chill and shudder yet again... Then from the gloom I hear the mist scream out as the sun's warm rays start to penetrate it's smokey gloom. I almost reach the bend in the road on my drive; then my phone begins to ring I fumble for it and look away... From the edge of nowhere...it was lurking...lingering waiting...running came the misty moan I hear it but its too late...there is no sun here. For I know things come running from out of the mist and the things that come a running never miss... I'm shuddering and cold and know I too am one that disappeared in the marsh... below the meadow with the misty moan... JLCL (c)
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Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 9:59 AM UTC
The Misty Moan
I arise to start my day yawning and yearning to stay in bed. The sun has yet to shed his light and so by the moons fading glow, I gaze out my window at the misty meadow...smokey and grey. My mood does change more sour as I feel the damp cold darkness tug at my soul. For I know things come running from out of the mist the things that come a running never miss... I shudder then shower and dress... ready for the day. I head for the door, once again feeling the chill of the mist, even as the sun starts up his burning fire... As I head down my drive I can barely see the sun but I notice the mist is starting to burn and I hear the call of the cat tails from within the swampy marsh. I begin to calm my fears but I can still feel the chill and shudder yet again... Then from the gloom I hear the mist scream out as the sun's warm rays start to penetrate it's smokey gloom. I almost reach the bend in the road on my drive; then my phone begins to ring I fumble for it and look away... From the edge of nowhere...it was lurking...lingering waiting...running came the misty moan I hear it but its too late...there is no sun here. For I know things come running from out of the mist and the things that come a running never miss... I'm shuddering and cold and know I too am one that disappeared in the marsh... below the meadow with the misty moan... JLCL (c)
jennifer-l-clark
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jennifer-l-clark
Pennylvania, USA
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 9:59 AM UTC
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