Saturday, April 20, 2013

Sleep



Sleep, these days was a rare butterfly that refused capture until it lay exhausted, clinging precariously to the underside of some green leaf. The woman watched it a moment in the half-light as it rested fragile and delicate suspended in the mist until weary wings collapsed and it slipped away gently to the forest floor. A morning bird had been watching too. The flash of movement had attracted his attention. He hushed his sun song and swooped down landing with perfect precision to where the butterfly lay. He cocked his head from side to side inspecting the fallen with a keen and critical eye. At last, finding it quite suitable for a hungry bird's breakfast, snatched it up and carried it high into the branches of a tall oak. With two great gulps, the butterfly was gone and the bird continued his task of waking the sun.

The sun complied and rose hot and sticky. It quickly blasted away the last bits of coolness. Sweat prickled and creased rivers down her back. The woman sighed. It was going to be a long day- a very long day indeed.

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