1605 - The Walker

 

The Sunday Whirl presents twelve words for us to use in a creative writing piece.  
This weeks words are:

draw cracks sly sliver sleepy footprints stories moon outskirts wispy sky sea

The Walker

Narrator

It is twilight, faint moonlight shows the way

Movement! Noise! Mew. All cats are grey.

Steps of a lone walker, crunch the track.

The Walker

I know not where I am going, how can I go back?

Narrator

We are on the outskirts of the town, the sea below

Down the cliff, washes the sand with salt and foam.

The Walker

The stars fill the sky above me, a few wispy clouds drifting by,

Behind pulled curtains people get sleepy, by and by,

Cracks, mere slivers of light, escape the curtains,

Living their lives, oblivious to me.  Of that I’m certain.

Narrator

He leaves neither footprints nor other signs

The Walker

I am passing through with no designs

There are no conclusions to discuss or draw

I've never been in this place before—

I just am.  An innocent bystander passing by.

Narrator

In the dark, the cat watches: cautious, still, and sly.

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