One With The Night

One With The Night

The sky turned from bright red to no color at all. The sun had given up the day and left room for the night. So lonely. New fallen snow stuck in his paws as he wandered through the forest. The temperature had dropped significantly and not even his thick fur could keep out the cold.

Why was he alone?

The stars slowly came out from their hiding. Shone faintly at first, but stronger as the night went by. Soon they would have company of the moon.

But he was still alone.

He called into the night. A hollow cry that reached for miles. But no answer was to be heard. He sat still. The frost started to cling to his hair but the cold had lost significance long ago. The absence of hope was nearly touchable. As a statue he became one with the dark. One with the night.

Nightmist