Outside our small safe place flies Mystery... A snake beneath the forest floor, a whisper: Melusine

These last few days, I've only thought about him.
He has been waiting out a storm
I'm waiting on the shore
watching him right himself
waiting...
I still see the winds rage in his eyes
Feel rain in his sighs
Calm is coming
coming in drifts of mist
As I look outside for a moment
just one moment's glance away from him
I see swarms of bats eating up flies
Just then he suddenly rises
The storm
broken
his limbs sing with joy
and I hold him with my eyes.



My feather chaser comes back to me!