Old Fear?

I dreamt of a monstrous, pitch black wolf or dog. Large enough to be ridden by an average sized person, the dark beast terrorized the grounds of a resort hotel or an upscale apartment complex. I couldn't tell which. I knew of it's violent attacks, but never saw one. I only ever saw it's shadowy form roaming the wood's edge enclosing the buildings. As the dream pushed on, she, and yes, I knew it was female, was joined by a pack of silver, normal sized wolves. A primal cadre ever circling us behind the dark trees.
The fear felt... old. Like it had been inside me forever.


I make word thoughts from my head lump using my pants compooter.

The Age of the Birds

A faint rustling from a neighboring backyard was the first sound to alert my attention to their presence. The sound approached, still softly but constantly. The dog waited patiently beside me, as we both now stared into the burgeoning flock. No less than fifty grackels grazed rapidly, but surprisingly quietly, only a backyard away now. Save for the rustle they created in the fallen leaves of each yard, they were a silent machine of consumption, efficient and methodical in their primal, unceasing quest. I couldn't help but consider that, only a few million years ago, I could be seeing a flock of small dinosaurs or even prehistoric birds doing the same thing. My yard would be next. The dog lifted her head, focused her senses...
And did nothing.
So I clapped my hands manically and they erupted into the air with a panicked, collective burst .
Man win.


I make word thoughts from my head lump using my pants compooter.

Location:McCoy St,Birmingham,United States